Carla: I just freaked out because your mom and I have all this stuff in common.
Turk: So?
Carla: I don't know. I got this crazy idea that you only fell for me because I'm just like your mom.
Turk: Baby. That's exactly why I fell for you.
Carla: OK. I'll probably have a friend pick up my stuff.
Turk: Wait. Sit down. What's wrong with wanting to be someone because they're smart, independent and always looking out for you? OK?
Carla: Yeah. But if we ever get married, we're gonna have to talk about this in therapy.
Turk: Relax. I don't do this with my mama.
Carla: I hope not.
Turk: Oh, yeah, Mama.
Carla: Oh, that's just wrong.
Turk: Oh, Mama.