[fairy tale:]
J.D.: You know, I miss hanging out with you. Like, alone.
Turk: There's not much I can do.
J.D.: Last night, I had some grog with a guy whose hutmate is a barrel maker. Let's just say the guy has a saw.
Carla: Be careful, or I'll make your chin disappear. Oh, too late.
J.D.: That's not nice.