Lorraine: We both love you very much, but we also love each other. Now, we're getting married. If you can't deal with that, you don't have to see us. But that means you also won't get to see your grandchild.
Greta: Say what?
Lorraine: I'm pregnant.
Dorothy: Greta, can I talk to you for a minute?
Greta: I was gonna ask you the same thing.
Dorothy: They're going to get married whether we like it or not. Do you like it?
Greta: No.
Dorothy: Me neither.
Greta: They're also going to have a baby whether we like it or not. Do you wanna see it?
Dorothy: Yes.
Greta: Me, too. So what are we gonna do?
Dorothy: Oh. What mothers have done since the beginning of time. Pretend that we're happy, and then complain to anybody who'll listen.