Tom: So, I need to ask you something and I kinda wish Jean-Ralphio wasn't here.
Jean-Ralphio: Please tell me that you're dumping my sister, because I will laugh-- I will laugh so much.
Tom: Actually, it may be the opposite. Is this yours?
Jean-Ralphio: No, no.
Mona-Lisa: Yeah. It's mine. I'm pregnant.
Jean-Ralphio: Lemony Snicket. Oh, my God, are you serious? I'm gonna be an uncle? Is that a real thing? Is that gonna happen? No, no, that's too much-- Too much responsibility for me. I gotta--I gotta find another way out of this.
Tom: Well, I wish you told me. I mean, obviously, we need to talk about our future. Maybe I could sell the business, and we could use the profits to put a down payment on a house or something, or--
Mona-Lisa: Psych!
Jean-Ralphio: What?
Mona-Lisa: [laughter] Ah, ha, ha. Look at your stupid face.
Jean-Ralphio: You had a dumdum face.