J.D.: I'm starving. There's a Coffee Bucks up there, let's grab something.
Elliot: I got it. The only way that moment you had with Turk could have been any gayer would be if you two went home and actually made love afterwards.
[fantasy: a black hand presses down on a white hand on a bed sheet]
J.D.: No, Elliot, stop! You know I automatically picture any visual image someone puts in my head. You can't do that, it's embarrassing.