Turk: You're not even dressed yet? We gotta pick up Carla on the way, man.
Turk: You know what, tell her I couldn't come up with anything, so I guess I don't love her.
Marco: Gimme that.
Turk: For what?
Marco: I'm gonna write your vows for you. Ooh, a clicky top.
Turk: Does this mean we're amigos?
Marco: No. It means that I love my sister, and she deserves to hear something beautiful said about her. And I'm positive if your life was on the line, you couldn't squeeze one eloquent coherent thought out of that tether ball you call a head!
Turk: Thank you.