Carla: My point is, we don't know what the future holds.
Turk: Yeah, well, I know what my future holds, if I hold this fart in any longer.
J.D.: [v.o.] I wonder what would happen.
[fantasy:]
Carla: Fine. Let me move out the way!
Turk: Alright, everybody clear back!
[As Turk farts, he is blown through the roof of the hospital up into the sky. He then falls back down.]
[reality:]
J.D.: If only I had a saddle, I could have ridden you.