Will: Excuse us for a second. Listen, Jazz, man, look. I'm happy for you and your wife, but you think this mission could get scrubbed for a minute until your rocket is back on its launching pad?
Jazz: No can do, Will.
Jewel: The doctor at the clinic says this is when I'm at my most fertile. Which reminds me, sweetie. I took my temperature, all systems go.
Jazz: Permission to board the mother ship.
Jewel: Yeah.
Jazz: Yeah.
Carlton: Oh, no, you don't. There'll be no boarding of any kind, Mr. And Mrs... What the heck is your last name anyway? Hey, that's my bed.
Will: Carlton, relax, I'll get you some new Barney sheets.