Turk: I cannot believe you are freaking out about this. It's a great idea!
Carla: Turk, we are not having wedding pie.
Turk: That is so typical of you, Carla. This whole wedding has been about you, and I'll prove it.
Carla: Give me back my wedding planner.
Turk: Frank Sinatra as our first dance. Please, baby, that guy has only got one good song. You got pink roses. I hate pink. Big screen TV at the reception. Big screen TV at the reception?
Carla: I knew how much you wanted to see the play-offs.
Turk: You did that for me?