Brian: So how'd you try it?
Carla: Brian!
Turk: Please, you're dying to know.
Carla: No, I'm not.
Elliot: Carla, it's fine. I was all into poetry back then, you know, Sylvia Plath and Virginia Woolfe. I know, shocker. Well, they both killed themselves. Plath stuck her head in the oven but that was not an option for me, because every time my head gets hot I need to pee and I was not about to be found lying in a puddle of my own urine. Not again, not after the prom fiasco.