Carla: What's going on with you?
Dr. Cox: Let's see, Jordan and I aren't, uh, we're not fighting anymore.
Carla: Oh, no. How long has this been going on?
Dr. Cox: Since the baby came along we've been fighting less and less.
Carla: Why don't you get a hotel room? Pour some nice champagne, get in a tub, and rip each other new ones. You know, make it special.
Dr. Cox: She won't go for that.
Carla: Well, you have to do something.
Dr. Cox: No I don't, you jackass.
Carla: Ha ha, sweetie, you ain't getting any here. I'm getting married tomorrow.
Dr. Cox: Please?
Carla: No. No. No.