Jill: Oh, yeah. Children. Mmm. Have you decided how many you want to have? Because I am very excited about the idea of grandchildren.
Samantha: Oh, I'd like one of each.
Tim: How about you, Brad?
Brad: Children?
Tim: Sure. You're gonna love them, coming home to their chubby little faces after a long night of delivering pizzas.
Brad: So, what makes you think I'll be delivering pizzas? Maybe I'll still work at the sporting goods store.
Jill: Oh. Well, yeah. But, you know, you're gonna probably need a second job to support the kids.
Brad: OK. I see what you're doing here. You're trying to scare us. It's not going to work.
Samantha: Well, Brad, if your parents are having a problem, we should talk this out.
Brad: No, Samantha, I'm through talking. I mean, I talked to them. They said they were gonna be supportive. I guess it was just an act. Let's get out of here.
Samantha: Well, thanks for dinner. It was... OK.