Dr. Cox: Why would you do such a thing?
Jordan: I was hoping that you would hate the name so much that you wouldn't be able to hide your spite for your daughter, and she would love me more than you.
Dr. Cox: I gotta go.
Jordan: Don't forget! Mamma's coming home tomorrow, so the fridge needs to be restocked with rice cakes and vodka.
Dr. Cox: Jordan, while you were on bed rest for the last two months, I served as mother, father, butler, breadwinner and, thanks to our son's penchant for eating nickles and your irrational fear that they're never going to pass through his system, poo-poo sifter. I was hoping that upon your return you would start to assume some domestic responsibilities?
Jordan: Pass!