Lois: So this morning, Dewey tried to go to school in his underwear because apparently the baby doesn't like his wardrobe. The kid is driving me up the wall, and I keep gaining weight like crazy. More than a pound a day. Nobody gains a pound a day. It doesn't make any sense.
[Hal funnels sugar into a carton of orange juice]
Hal: Ah, I know, honey. It is baffling, but look, you've just got to stop obsessing about this weight thing. Let me pour you some juice.
Lois: I don't want any juice, Hal. I know what's going on.
Hal: You do?
Lois: Of course I do. I'm not an idiot.
Hal: I-I'm sorry. It's just-
Lois: It's because I'm not working.
Hal: Huh?
Lois: It's obvious, Hal. I'm not getting the exercise I got with the other pregnancies. With the other kids, I was on my feet all day.
Hal: Th-That makes perfect sense. Celery stick?
Lois: My system must be so screwed up. This celery tastes exactly like bacon.
Hal: Honey, listen to me. Don't make yourself crazy over a few pounds. You look amazing to me. [Lois walks away] No matter how big and round and jiggly you get.