Turk: Hey, baby.
Carla: So how's it work? You get to spend all night fantasizing about vanilla wafer here and I get whatever "Hey, baby" you throw my way? Forget it.
Turk: What the hell, Elliot?
Elliot: It slipped out. I'm sorry.
Turk: Sorry's not good enough.
Elliot: You're right. [turns around] Oh... [Turk spans her] Harder, dammit. I've been bad.
[present:]
Surgeon: Dr. Turk. Do you have a question?
Turk: No, sir.