J.D.(on phone): Hey, Kylie. I was calling to see how your day was going.
Molly: ...this ninety degree cave and sweat would just be dripping off our naked bodies.
J.D.: Naked sweat drips...
Kylie(on phone): What?
J.D.(on phone): Um, nothing, Kylie. It's a new band called the Naked Sweat Drips. They have a great song called Perfect Breasts...
Molly: ...And then I got so flexible I could put my legs behind my head.
Kylie(on phone): J.D., are you there?
Molly: You should come.
Elliot: Oh, frick on a stick. I gotta go. I want to hear the rest of the story, don't forget where you were.
J.D.: Feet up behind her head.
Kylie(on phone): Who has their feet behind their head?
J.D.: A patient, Kylie. Horrible car accident. You gotta wear your seatbelt, I'm telling you. Even around the block.