J.D.: How come you never tortured me, you know, like, when I first started?
Carla: You were Bambi. Somebody had to teach you how to walk.
J.D.: Thank you for that. For being my teacher.
Carla: No problem.
J.D.: Is there anything I can do to repay the favor?
Carla: Tell me my husband loves me more than he loves you.
J.D.: It's about the same.
Carla: I'll take it. I'm going to miss you, Bambi.
J.D.: I'm going to miss you, too.