Erica: Turn that crap off. My pregnant brain hates that blathering idiot.
Geoff: She'd be much obliged if you'd kindly watch your film elsewhere. I'm her awfulness-to-politeness translator. It's been a full-time job lately.
Erica: Mom!
Beverly: What do you need, Schmoopy-Doo? Let mama bird cater to her life-giving baby bird's every need.
Geoff: I'm here, too. You know, for when my wife needs catering.
Beverly: How ya feeling, Pumpkin? Ready to pop that baby into my waiting arms?
Geoff: That sounds nothing like our four-page birth plan.