Carla: I don't know what they did with the birth goo and I don't want to know.
Lilith: But the placenta is the tidal pool of life. I'm planting mine under a tree in the backyard, so my nutrients can feed its roots. I shall become one with the planet. I shall suckle the Earth itself. I shall unite with the universe...
Frasier: Oh, for God's sake, woman, get ahold of yourself! You're having a baby. Big deal. A fly is a mother a thousand times, you don't see her making an ass of herself in front of her husband's friends.
Lilith: I beg your pardon.
Frasier: Well, Lilith, i- It was fine in the privacy of our own home, but I mean, now you're embarrassing me in front of people who would like to be my peers.
Lilith: I'm sorry, Frasier. I thought you were as enraptured by this life force we're creating as I am.
Frasier: Well, I am, in theory.
Lilith: Oh, yes, well, that's right. For the man, it's all theory. For the mother it's the deepest, richest, most moving, all-encompassing love you'd ever hope to imagine. But I'll suppress it for you. Are you happy?
Frasier: That's my girl. [Lilith walks out] Lilith, you misunderstood. I loved it. Darling? Angel face? Pea pod?