Dr. Kelso: So, how are my girls today? Fantastic. Listen...
Carla: Dr. Kelso, if you're here to do one of your "How are my girls today, now let me tell you some things you don't want to hear" routines, I should warn you I'm in a mood, so it's probably in your best interest to make up some lame excuse, turn around and leave.
Dr. Kelso: Young lady, I will not be spoken to like that. [Carla stares him down] Luckily for you, I have to go see Miss Fitzstrafoler down in the foforopolous.
Carla: Attaboy.