Carla: Angie and George, wow. Hmm.
Turk: You know what's weird? Now that they have names, everything seems so real. I can see George's smile. And I can see Angie having your curly hair.
Carla: I hope she doesn't have my ear infections. I was really sick as a baby.
Turk: I was a climber. Our windows don't have bars. If George gets up there, he's falling right into the alley.
Carla: What if George doesn't love me?
Turk: What if Angie stops breathing in her sleep? Why'd we have to pick these stupid names? I hate it when things get real!
Carla: You know, when I was in high school, I had a shop teacher named George who hated black people.
Turk: There was a prostitute at my town mall, her name was Angie.
Carla: Those names are out.
Turk: Yeah, they're out!
Carla: And we don't need new ones.
Turk: We don't need new ones for nine months. I'm ready for bed.
Carla: Me too.