Grace: I know, I know, I know. I'm crazy late. I had an accident.
Will: What happened?! And it better not be something stupid, like when you missed my 35th birthday because you ran into a mailbox.
Grace: I ran into a lamppost.
Grace: I did! I did. Look! A doctor on a horse came up and took me to the drugstore to get an icepack. I'm not making this up. I hurt my head. (Points to head)
Will: Your head? Like you keep anything in there.
Doctor: Good afternoon. Do we have the sperm?
Jack: Okay. You're gonna have to give me a little more notice than that. (Jack leaves)
Doctor: Why don't you put on this gown, and we'll get started. (Grace messes with the gown)
Will: Hey, it's not a map of space. It's a gown. Come on, open it!
Grace: Stop stressing me! Or our kid'll end up spending eight hours a day chasing his tail.
Will: Well, as long as he or she can tell the difference between a lamppost and empty space.
(Jack walks in with a whit paper bag)
Jack: Where's the doctor?