Turk: I would love to hear what you have to say.
Dr. Cox: I don't think so, there, bowling ball.
Turk: Well, you might as well spill it, Carla tells me everything. Except, of course, about that curling iron you have in your locker. It slipped! [whirrs] It's back! Look, if it makes it easier, you can just pretend I'm Carla.
Dr. Cox: I can totally do this. Carla!
Turk: What?
Dr. Cox: I think that your fiance is a self-involved, bobble-headed jock itch who is not good enough for you. Not now, not ever.