Turk: I don't get it. Why are we on the roof?
Carla: I wanted to show you that no matter how ugly things can get down there, there's still a lot of beauty up here.
Turk: Is that gum or pigeon crap on my sneaker?
Carla: Come on, let's go look around. There's nobody here, no one can see us. We could do whatever we wanted.
Turk: Like what?
Carla: Okay, how are you not getting this?
Turk: Oh, you mean have relations. You wanna have relations right here on the roof. Baby, there's a lot of pebbles on the ground. It will make my ass look like a chocolate chocolate chip.