Gloria: Jay, I don't want our baby to think that it's coming into an unhappy home. Let's promise that we're never ever going to fight in front of him.
Jay: No fighting in front of the baby.
Gloria: Okay, good. [singing] Twinkle, twinkle little lamb-
Jay: Gloria, stop it! Stop it. No more singing.
Gloria: Why?
Jay: Because you stink. You're a terrible singer. Come on. Let's get some lunch.