Turk: Look, Carla's going all post partum depression-y on me, And she won't let me to take her to see a doctor.
Dr. Cox: She's never gonna listen to you. You're a guy. You have no idea what she's going through. The fact is, the only person she will listen to is someone who's gone through it themselves.
Turk: Fine. Who?
Dr. Cox: I cannot believe I am doing this. [makes phone call]
[later, the ground shakes at the hospital as Jordan walks down the corridor. She knocks the papers out of two doctors' hands.]
Turk: I'm scared.
Dr. Cox: Me, too, Gandhi.
Jordan: [mouth full] What!?
Dr. Cox: You look pretty, dear.
Turk: So pretty.