[fairy tale:]
Elliot: How are we gonna get there?
J.D.: Don't worry, I got a sweet ride.
[later:]
Elliot: This is mortifying.
J.D.: Don't listen to her, Sasha.
Elliot: Idiot, I have to ask. How do you get your hair like that?
J.D.: You like it? I do it myself. It's one part horse manure, one part river mud, and a touch of my special ingredient.
J.D.: [v.o.] More horse manure.