Jocelyn: You must think that this is silly, but keeping the gender of the baby a secret is a bit of a tradition in Roland's family.
Moira: I believe he said so, yes.
Jocelyn: It goes way back. Way, way back. Salem, Massachusetts, actually. Yeah, his great-great-great great-grandmother accurately guessed the sex of her daughter's baby, and then was put on trial for witchcraft, - so, you would see why.
Moira: Toil and trouble.
Jocelyn: Roland never should've left that envelope on your desk. And now look at you, burdened with this secret. I mean, you must just wanna shout out "it's a boy!" Or, "it's a girl!" Is it a girl?
Moira: Valiant attempt, Jocelyn.
Jocelyn: I was just testing you. I mean, I wouldn't wanna break the Schitt family tradition. Stupid witch!