Carla: She's still not eating. None of this stuff is working.
Turk: We're the Turks, remember? Now, if you ask me, Isabella is placing calls, but no one's responding in the areola code.
Carla: What?
Turk: Those two little turkey timers you got there are telling me that that birdie's not done. And this place is too public for me to arouse them freaky-deeky style-y, so, i'm gonna have to go an alternate route. Your dead mama had one of the fattest asses I've ever seen!
Carla: What?!
Turk: Ding, ding. Turkey's done.
Carla: She's latching. She's latching.