Just go, man, go!

Oh, man, I cannot wait.

I got the oils, the candles, the works!

Where does that babe get in?

Carl, don't refer to her as a babe, please.

She is a Chechnian prostitute, and you will address her as such.

Well, look, just don't cash that check immediately.

I mean, I want to make sure that both of us marrying her is going to be, you know, legal.

Of course it is.

Are you kidding me?

Santa Claus ain't legal if he's around.

Yeah, well, I guess that makes sense, you know.

Of course it makes sense.

Look, Carl, you just go home, wash your face and your feet, shave your shoulders, and you come on over to my house tonight.

She'll be cooking for me.

Oh, nobody.

The only cooking she's doing tonight.

Carl, stop where you are.

I know what you're going to say.

You're going to make some lewd reference to cooking being like sex.