Tommy: Guys, Vicki's here. She's talking to the reporter.
Ken Fretts: This is it? This is the alien baby?
Vicki Dubcek: Yeah.
Ken Fretts: You didn't even give him any little pointy ears? Paint him green, slap a tail on him?
Vicki Dubcek: I don't understand what you're talking-
Ken Fretts: Do you even read our newspaper?
Vicki Dubcek: I- I most certainly do! And my story is-
Ken Fretts: Oh, I know your story. You met a guy. You were beamed up. You got probed. Oh, and don't tell me. There was alcohol involved.
Vicki Dubcek: All right. Who told him my story?
Ken Fretts: [scoffs] Everybody in the world's told me that story. Listen, your baby's not special.
Vicki Dubcek: Oh. I see. I think that you're gonna be singing a different tune when he becomes your supreme overlord. Oh, yes.