J.D.: [v.o.] Turk will start a fight with Carla that he'll inevitably lose.
Turk: I don't understand it. This wedding is supposed to be about us, how come I can't be comfortable?
Carla: And I don't know how many times I have to tell you that you are not wearing sweats!
Turk: All right, fine! I don't have to wear sweats, I'll wear the slacks! But you know what? I'm also wearing the cape, and we gonna have a wind machine, and I'ma be standing on the altar like: "I do...!"
Carla: I'm marrying this! This is gonna be my husband!
Turk: Holla!