Turk: Dude, I hope you paged me 'cause you came to your senses and realized that we need to do one last eagle.
J.D.: Eagles are played-out, Turk.
Turk: How dare you.
J.D.: You and I are gonna find the kid that torched me. You said you wanted to do something this last week. This is gonna be fun. We'll be like the interracial hardy boys.
[fantasy: J.D. and Turk are like the Hardy Boys:]
Turk: Look. A clue. A piece of old man Peterson's overalls.
J.D.: That means he's the phantom of cat scan island. Dad's gonna be so proud of us, black adopted brother.
[reality:]
Turk: All right, I'm in. But you're buying me a magnifying glass.