Hey, who's your friend? My boy in a dress. Who's yours? Well...
J.D.: Hey, who's your friend?
Dr. Cox: My boy in a dress. Who's yours?
J.D.: Well, seeing as he gave me the strength to outrun the sheriff's K-9 unit, I'd say he's my new god.
Dr. Cox: Ah.
J.D.: You can rub mine's belly if I can rub yours'.
Dr. Cox: Don't you touch my son.