Gloria: Okay, everybody, let's gather together. Manny's gonna read us a little something that he prepare in his poetry camp.
Manny: Thank you, mom. This is for my new baby brother or sister. "Welcome, little one. Open your eyes and take your place. This is where you're meant to be, bestled in the bosom of your mother."
Phil: Lucky baby.
Claire: What?
Phil: Love you, baby.
Manny: "This is where you're meant to be, in the arms of your father. His long, long journey has readied him for this day, though his skin may be loose, his hair but a wisp, and his eyes milky with age,"
Jay: All right, we're done here. Get a drink.