Carla: No, I was talking to my hair. I mean, if it's even the least bit humid, all of a sudden I'm Doctor J.
Elliot: Is he in radiology?
Carla: Yeah.
Elliot: Carla, you know, I would kill for your hair.
Carla: Really?
Elliot: Yeah.
Carla: I would kill for your legs.
Elliot: I would kill for your lips.
Carla: I'd kill for that wagon you're draggin'. That's your butt.
Elliot: Oh, thank you. Wagon?
Carla: Draggin'.