Cheyenne: Oh, my gosh!
Dina: Word on the street is there's a baby up for grabs.
Cheyenne: Huh? Oh... oh. Yeah. We're just thinking, maybe, about adoption. It's a tough call. I'm so young, and it's a lot of responsibility, but at the same time...
Dina: Uh-huh, uh-huh. I'd like to throw my hat in the ring.
Cheyenne: You?
Dina: Yeah, a baby's been part of my life plan since I was ten. I've got a crap load of love to give. Anyway, here are the facts: I have a comfortable lap, I can get a burp out of anybody, and I already lactate as a side effect from some fungal medication I'm taking.
Cheyenne: Cool.
Dina: It is not cool. It is disgusting, if you want to know the truth, but in this case, useful. The point is, if you go down the adoption road, you could do a heck of a lot worse than me. Like Glenn, for instance. He'd be a lot worse.