Aly: [groaning loudly] Oh, hey, Cece. Oh, I'm so mad about politics. Aah!
Cece: Aly, you are having the baby, okay? I know those labor eyes, sister.
Aly: Okay, fine. I'm in labor.
Cece: I know!
Aly: Why is this how we make more people? It's a terrible system.
Cece: Oh, honey, we got to get Winston, we got to get you to the hospital.
Aly: No, no, no. I don't want to go until after the wedding. Aah! Take me to drugs. Take me to drugs right now.