Turk: Listen. Honey, I know you're angry. But look what I found in my locker. A wad of cash. Now, you can buy the shoes you wanted.
Carla: I'm not mad about that gym thing. Sign this please.
Turk: Any of you ladies have a pen?
[Carla ducks as all the women grab their pens and throw them at Turk]
Turk: Oh! Yow! Yow! You set me up. Baby, you are mad. It's not a crime for me to want one place that I can hang out by myself.
Carla: Turk, I am not mad, OK? Now staple these, please.
Turk: Anybody got a stapler? Hey! Hey.