Carla: Oh, I think these would go great with that shirt. Why don't you go try them on?
Turk: Why were you just helping that guy?
Carla: These pants and this shirt are the only things I have left that fit me, and everyone keeps mistaking me for an employee. Anyway, I was helping Phil with his whole new denim look.
Phil: Hey, could you also get me-
Turk: Go away, Phil.
Carla: Baby, let's go see the doctor. No, I'm not gonna have people laugh at me because I can't care for my own child. No doctors, not now, not ever. Understand? We're the Turks!