Jim: Hey.
Pam: Hey. I'm not going to get in the car, because I know if I do you'll try to drive me to the hospital.
Jim: Ah, you know me too well.
Pam: Okay, Jim.
Jim: Yeah? ... Oh.
Pam: Everything is fine. You don't have to worry. Try not to think about it. She's not coming out for a while, okay?
Jim: Did you say "she?"
Pam: I called the doctor like a week ago. I couldn't wait... Oh, God, don't be mad.
Jim: Mad? How could I be mad? We're having a little girl.
Pam: Mm-hmm.
Jim: Wow, we're having a little girl. Oh, man.