Daphne: I've seen enough.
Harvest: Wait, wait. You'll see how Cindy pushes through the pain.
Daphne: I'm not pushing through anything. I'm having my baby the way God intended: in a hospital, numb from the waist down. Now, take your incense and your woo-woo stick and get out. [closes door] And you, stop acting pregnant. You're a man, for God's sakes.