"We should probably go thrifting before you pop for reals, huh?"

"Sure."

"That sound go to you, Peanut? We can get you, like, a giant papier-mâché clown doll and some old hair curlers."

"I don't think the Peanut is going to need hair curlers."

"Isn't it time for that thing to pop out of you yet?"

"I want the baby to see how we decorated its room."

"I'm sure the Peanut will love it."

"It's so weird that you're gonna to be a dad! Are you secretly, like, totally freaking out about it?"

"My dad is totally going to alienate Kale's affections from us, by the way."

"How's the nooboo growing, Romy? I'm surprised Bean let you out of the house without coming along to guard the cargo."

"Uh, it's fine, Uncle Oliver-"

"-but I'm kind of picky about who I let talk to and touch the sprout."

"Romaine Bean. You and I have been sharing a bathroom since before you were born."

"Okay! You wait here, and I'll pick you up when I get back from the bar."

"Hi."

"Hi?"

"I see you put the baby in the baby chair?"

"I did."

"He looks like he's having a good time in there."

"Baaaaa!"