Carla: Look, you're a husband now. When you make decisions, you're supposed to think about what we need, not what you want.
Turk: Well, it doesn't seem like you're doing that. You gave away my clock. And you sold my chairs. And what the hell is up with these ridiculously tiny bowls?
Carla: They're sake cups, Jethro.
Turk: I knew that.
Carla: Everything I do, Turk, I do it for us.
Turk: Oh, yeah? Then why does Rowdy smell like daisies?
Carla: 'cause I had him filled with potpourri. You can keep the scooters.
Turk: That's what I'm talkin' 'bout.
Carla: Marriage is gonna be tricky.
Turk: Yeah.