Turk: Turk and Carla had just brought their new baby home. [recording] What's up, Isabella? For your 16th birthday, your dad has made you a videotape. [laughs] Now, I know future me is probably really strict, so no dating, no make-up, and no spending spring break with your friends on Mars. Last thing I need to worry about is my daughter getting eaten by a giant space slug. You know what I'm sayin'? Anyway, for your 16th birthday, my gift to you is to show you how happy your mom was the day we brought you home.
Turk: Baby?
Carla: I can't do this. We have to take her back.
Turk: Happy birthday, sweetheart. We'll talk later.