Dina: [sharp inhale] Ooh, boy.
Glenn: What?
Dina: Oh, I... Just got this feeling like a marble rolling around in my uterus, I mean, gosh, I wonder what that's about. Probably nothing. Anyway, up and at 'em.
Glenn: No, no, no, no, you stay on that couch! That sweet little marble is the only thing that matters.
Dina: Okay, I mean, I will continue to lay, but only if that's what you want.
Glenn: I do. You relax.
Dina: Hey, would you mind grabbing me some wet wipes and a bottle of Febreze? I wanna take a little whore's bath before the store opens.