Lane: Did you notice no one ever gives details when they tell you about childbirth? It's because the details are gross and scary and unacceptable.
Rory: Like what?
Lane: Well, apparently, in about three months, I can look forward to dark spots on my face because it's not enough to just get fat.
Rory: It's not fat. It's a baby.
Lane: A baby that will shoot out of my body despite the fact that it's obviously much too large. I didn't think this through when we were dating. I was all into the fact that Zach was big and manly, which means I'm gonna have a big, manly baby, and I'm a small woman.
Rory: I never thought of Zach as big and manly.
Lane: Compared to Henry Lee? Remember when my mom wanted me to date Henry Lee? He was like yea high. I would have had tiny, little, yea-high babies.
Rory: Yeah, but he was your second cousin. I think you would have had other problems with those babies.
Lane: Whatever. I'm not doing it. This baby is just gonna have to find another way out or stay in there forever. I really don't care.