Turk: Marry me.
Carla: Still thinking.
Turk: Okay. Baby, I have finally figured out what's bothering you, though.
Turk: Yep. You think I haven't played the field enough.
Turk: Well, I just want you to know that I have had a long, productive playing career, over which time I have slept with many, many women... And by "many, many women" I mean... three.
Turk: Take away two, equals one, and that's you. Marry me?