Lilith: I would say it's a boy.
Daphne: Oh, what makes you say that?
Lilith: Well, it's highly unscientific, but the proverbial old wives would cite the spreading of your nose, the unevenness of your breasts, and the coarse black hair on your legs.
Daphne: Interesting... [to Martin] Is that the shoe box from under your bed, then?