[flashback:]
Marie: Debra, dear, I made you some pasta.
Debra: Oh, no thanks. I'm not hungry, Marie.
Frank: Hit me, I'm open.
Marie: But your baby's just three weeks away, you need your strength. I know, but the doctor said I shouldn't be eating anything heavy. So you're just going to do everything the doctor says? When I was with child, I ate three healthy meals a day, and look how my boys turned out.
Frank: Stop eating immediately.
Marie: Oh, I thought some motherly wisdom would be appreciated, but I guess I'm not worth it.
Debra: Okay, I'll eat it. Thank you, thank you.
Marie: No trouble, dear. I'm going to make you some tea. Pregnant women love tea.
Debra: [to her belly] Come out!