[flashback:]
Mike: What'd you do that for?
Frankie: Why should we say anything?
Mike: Because the Fergusons are gonna need this room.
Frankie: Oh, it's my third kid, Mike. I'll pop this one out before they know it. Come on. For once in my life, ket me experience the horrors of childbirth in luxury.
Nurse: Here ya go. It's a new kind of foam that cradles your head like a marshmallow. Special for this suite. Now, if she needs anything else, just come get me, Mr. Ferguson.
Mike: We could use a couple more bananas in the fruit basket.