Carla: [whistles] Hey, Night School. Mr. Corman followed us home last night.
Turk: How'd you get my cell phone number?
Janitor: Eh, once you got somebody's drivers license and a urine sample, you get just about anything. How do you flunk eighth grade gym?
Carla: You better stop messing with my husband.
Janitor: You tell him to stop messing with my walls.
Carla: You did this?
Turk: Baby, you know you're my world.
Carla: I'm out.
Janitor: I flunked gym, too. Didn't like the shorts.