Mike: Shut your eyes, Frankie. I got a surprise for you. Hey, baby. I got you a baby.
Frankie: I don't understand.
Mike: Nothing to understand... got you a baby.
Frankie: What do you mean, you got me a baby?
Mike: It's Dierdre's. She's letting us borrow it. I forgot to ask whether it's a boy or a girl, but I figure we'll find out eventually.
Frankie: What? Why are we watching it?
Mike: Well, she was supposed to go out, but her mom had some fake dizzy spell, but she was all dressed up, so I felt bad. She was wearing clunky jewelry. I don't know what that is, but she made it seem like it's a big deal.
Frankie: And you just offered to babysit?
Mike: Why do you sound angry?
Frankie: Because I am angry!
Mike: You said you wanted a baby.
Frankie: No, I didn't!
Mike: Yes, you did. You were upset about your dried-out ovaries, and you wished you could have a baby, so... [high-pitched] got you a baby!