Rory: You're going to be a great mother.
Lane: Maybe someday, but not now. I have a picture in my head of me as a mother. You know, I can imagine it, and in that picture, I'm wearing a skirt and heels, and my hair is up in a bun. And I'm pushing one of those really fancy British baby carriages that are called Silver Surfers or something.
Rory: Very Madonna in her British-mommy phase.
Lane: When I'm a mom, I'll be calm and wise and have my act together. I am not calm and not wise, and I really, really don't have my act together.
Rory: You don't have to wear heels and push a pram to be a mother.
Lane: A pram! See? I didn't even remember the word pram. Mothers know the word pram.
Rory: Mothers don't have to know the word pram.
Lane: Yes! Yes, they do! They have to know all sorts of things. They have to know what to do when your baby is crying and how to change a diaper. And how to use your wrist to test if the bottle is too hot. Why the wrist? I don't know. I have no idea.
Rory: I think because it's handy, no pun intended, and it's sensitive. Wrists are sensitive.