Dr. Cox: Hey, so now, why'd you finally agree to marry Gandhi?
Carla: Well, he's amazing in bed and he has an awesome CD collection.
Dr. Cox: Seriously. What got you to the point where you weren't scared anymore?
Carla: Please, I'm still terrified. I mean, cood luck finding a pen cap at the nurses' station. Know why?
Dr. Cox: Why?
Carla: Ate 'em all.
Dr. Cox: Sounds like good roughage to me.