Denise: I thought you had dinner plans with your wingmom.
Cole: Yeah, she's at the bar, sizing up the local talent for me. [to his mom] No! Yeah, I like more booty than that. She should know that by now. I know you feel me.
Turk: Yeah, I do.
J.D.: Is a wingmom what I think it is?
[fantasy: J.D. is in bed in a child's room as a woman with wings flies towards him like a fairy:]
J.D.: Sing to me, wingmom. Sing me to my dreams.