Carla: Turk, what are you doing? You can't ride the bike.
Turk: Why not?
Carla: Because it puts too much pressure on my cervix.
Turk: Baby, I don't have a damn cervix! And how else am I supposed to exercise?
Carla: You can do everything that I do. You can have yogurt, you can listen to classical music, you can gently rub my belly.
Turk: You know what? That's it.
Carla: What's it? What do you think you're doing? [Turk gets a beer can] You better not open that. You better not- OK, but you better not drink it. Fine, but you better not enjoy it.
Turk: Ahh! [Carla slaps the beer out of Turk's hand] Did you just bitch-slap my beer?
Carla: Are you calling me a bitch?
Turk: Yes. Yes, I am. Baby, you OK?
Carla: I feel funny.