Maggie Lizer: Hey, so what's the deal on Zuckerkorn? 'Cause you know my fat case, it's really pretty thin.
Michael: [stops listening to message] Lying, untrustworthy...
Maggie Lizer: Yeah. Plus, I heard he hangs out at rest stops.
Michael: No, no. I'm talkin' about you, Maggie. I don't know why I'm surprised. I shouldn't be. You're a liar. You lie.
Maggie Lizer: Well, I mean, I heard he hangs out at rest stops.
Michael: Okay- And I keep buying it too. And so maybe there is something wrong with me. I thought we were startin' to trust each other. I got a message from my sister saying there's a box at your house with a fat suit in it. What have you got? A different one for each trimester?
Maggie Lizer: You had your sister break into my house?
Michael: Which one are you wearing right now? Is this the ready-to-burst model? Now, there's zero trust here. Good-bye. It's been fun... not.
Narrator: Michael had hoped something more dramatic would have come out of his mouth. Or at least more current.
Maggie Lizer: Oh, you're so right, Michael. I really can't be trusted. 'Cause I'm fakin' it... [reveals baby bump] not.
Tobias: [enters] Hello, Michael. Well, my wife and I finally had the thrill of seeing a plus sign on a pregnancy test.
Lindsay: You're gonna be a daddy!