Lilith: Frasier, the child will be born when the child is ready to be born.
Cliff: Well, enjoy your freedom, Lilith. 'Cause once you've gone through the unspeakable horror of childbirth and the painful drudgery of parenthood, you'll spend the rest of your life wishing you'd sold the little brat to the gypsies.
Carla: How would you know?
Cliff: Ah, that's what Ma tells me.