Lane: Well, a new mother can't have too many baby blankets. Not with the insane amount of stuff constantly oozing out of a baby's every orifice.
Rory: Ew.
Lane: I just call it like I see it.
Rory: Well, call it less graphically.
Lane: The very concept of childbirth is vaguely disturbing.
Rory: Yeah. Kids are cool and all, but getting there seems like a big cosmic joke.
Lane: Definitely thought up by a man.
Rory: My mom said that when she told me where babies come from.
Lane: My mom still hasn't told me.
Rory: Really?
Lane: When my cousin got pregnant, she said it's because an angel brushed its wings against her face.
Rory: I could fill you in on the details sometime if you want.
Lane: No thanks, I've picked it up off the streets.