Sam: You don't think I'll be a good father?
Carla: Oh, no, no, I think you'd be a great father. Do you have a mother picked out?
Sam: No, not really.
Carla: Oh. Does that mean, uh, you're not going to ask me?
Sam: Well, I'm, I'm sorry. You know, I didn't think of that. Yeah, would you?
Carla: What are you, nuts? Do you think I'm gonna go through labor an eighth time because you're a little lonely? Selfish bastard.