Carla: Oh! Oh! [gasping]
Woody: Sam, I think Carla has a drink order.
Sam: Sweetheart, are you all right?
Carla: Sammy, I think this could be it. I think the twins are coming.
Sam: Oh.
Carla: Ooh, ooh! [groans]
Rebecca: What do you know? The Sixers are in town tonight. Isn't it amazing how Carla's labor pains always seem to coincide with Celtic home games?
Carla: Hey, hey, hey, hey! Wait a minute. Now, you think that I would exploit this beautiful thing called motherhood just to go to some stupid basketball game? [groaning] I'm insulted!
Rebecca: Carla, I'm not falling for it this time. You can scream till you shatter every glass in this bar, but you're not going anywhere. [Carla groans]
Sam: Sweetheart, you're just going to have to give birth right here in the bar. Come on. It won't be that bad. Remember, the last kid you had here was no big deal. All you had to do was a little snip-snip and a quick mop-up and you were right back on your feet. [Carla groans]
Rebecca: Let me call you a cab, Carla.
Carla: [talks normally] It's all right. I got one waiting. Thank you.
Sam: Hey, uh, there wouldn't happen to be another seat in the delivery room, would there?
Carla: No, no. There are only seats for me and Eddie, Sam. Oh, come on. Maybe next... child. [groans]