Jocelyn: Honey are you okay?
Roland: Okay? [chuckles, laughs wildly] Of course I'm okay. Oh, my God! We're having a baby! [applause] Champagne for everybody, on me!
Jocelyn: I can't drink, Rollie.
Roland: Oh right, you're driving. Uh, you know what, Twyla, actually, let's just do one beer, one beer for me.