pretty girl.

“The last thing I want is a miniature me.”

“Well why do you want a girl?”

“Why do you want a boy?”

“I think that’s fairly obvious, Tobias. The idea of a miniature you is all I’ve ever thought about.”

“I want a girl. I hope we have a girl.”

“Funny you say that because I hope we have a boy.”

“Tessa. i said no.”

“--Okay.”

“No. Why would I ever want you to do that. I’m the killer. You’re not.”

“I know you don’t want kids, babe. Too afraid you’re going to turn out like your father so I’ll do it. We wouldn’t be in this situation if I hadn’t been dumb and forgot.”

“I’m in a fucking nightmare.”

“I don’t know what else to say, Tobias. I fucked up obviously. If you know--- you want me to I will.”

“Since when did I start using condoms? You’re the one that’s supposed to be on the fucking pill.”

“I missed one pill and I end up knocked up, not like we ever planned on having kids.”

“How’d you let yourself get pregnant?”

“How’d you not remember to put a fuckin’ condom on? Don’t fuckin’ start with me, Tobias.”

“Yeah, but you’re joking this time, right?”

“Wish I was but I’m not.”

“I’m completely convinced you’re joking right now.”

“You should know me good enough to know I wouldn’t joke about something like this.”