Gloria: Manny, sit down. I have to tell you something.
Manny: What?
Gloria: I am pregnant.
Manny: You're what?
Gloria: I'm going to have a baby.
Manny: Wow.
Gloria: What? You're not happy?
Manny: Yeah. Sure. It's just a lot to take in. And I'll be honest, this isn't coming at a great time for me, with everything I've got going on.
Gloria: This is not your responsibility.
Manny: Neither is our wooden salad bowl, but I'm the only one who oils it. Without me, that thing would soak up dressing like a sponge.