Caroline: All right, children, it's time to begin the harvest dance. I'd demonstrate myself, but being in my third trimester, I don't want to risk the placenta separating from my uterine wall. [kids groan] Oh, come on. We studied this. There's nothing dirty about the miracle of life. And we should all be able to discuss this openly.
Lloyd: [o.s.] Who's the father?
Stevie: Does he... work here?
Caroline: All right, you know, I told you we are not playing this game again. All right, everyone, gather their dance props, please. Dabney, don't forget you have a dentist appointment. Okay. Your Holiness, would you start the gay - as in happy - Harvest Procession?
Stevie: Let's... kick it.