Lois: [groans] Oh, God, the baby is pressing down so hard on my cervix!
Francis: Well, good, looks like everything's under control here. Piama and I are going to head out back to the ranch.
Lois: What are you talking about?
Francis: Nothing! You think I'm running away? You think being here when my own mother gives birth is- is making me so intensely uncomfortable I've made up a fake excuse to leave? That is not even a tiny bit true.