Will: Whoa. Hey, I'm surprised y'all can walk.
Jazz: Your levity is inappropriate.
Jewel: We've been at the free clinic all morning to find out why my oven is as yet bunless.
Will: Come on, y'all haven't been baking long. Hey, and I'm sure, if you stick with that recipe... you'll get the ingredients mixed up...
Jazz: How can you think about food at a time like this? I mean, we ain't never gonna have a baby because... my little soldiers ain't marching.
Will: Bummer. Jazz, didn't I tell you to not be wearing them bikini drawers?
Jazz: You told me not to wear them in the streets. You ain't tell me not to wear them.
Will: You know what? It's probably just stress. Yeah. I'm sure that's what it is, man. I mean, y'all just got married, and you're always running from the law. And you know what? Why don't you go to another free clinic, get a second opinion.
Jazz: We can't afford another free clinic.
Will: Jazz, look. I'm really sorry for you, man. I mean, hey, at least y'all tried. Never heard two people try harder.
Jazz: Don't try to comfort me, Will. I'm uncomfortable.