Turk: I can't, it's still out there.
Carla: Don't call my mother "it"; it implies you think that she's a monster! Now get a move on -- it usually gets up to feed about now.
Turk: Baby, I don't understand why we couldn't stay at my place. I mean, I coulda done a whole show for you.
Carla: Ohhh! There's a show.
Turk: Yeah, there's a show. It involves music, some dancing, occasionally singing.
Carla: Can you do "Me and Mrs. Jones"?
Turk: I don't know. What's she look like?