Carla: You just don't get what's really bothering me.
Turk: A couple of days ago you dreamed in English. Three years of marriage and I'm starting to pay attention.
Carla: I feel like I'm losing all connections to who makes me me, you know? My best friend is a very, very white girl from Connecticut. Look, if who I am keeps slipping away from me, how would I ever be able to pass it on to Izzy? It's bad enough then when people look at my daughter, they only see your little African princess. They think she's black, not half-black and half-Latina.
Turk: That's not true.
Carla: Oh, really? Watch. Sir? What race would you say this baby is?
Man: Oh, half-black, half-Latina. Most likely Dominican origin. Than again, I am the new hospital geneticist.
Turk: That's just bad luck, baby.