I love you too. I love you so much, Hayley. This is just… this is the best thing that’s happened to me.
Do you want to just…I don’t know..do something? I just..feel like being around you…having your arms around me..
I just… Oh my God, we’re having a girl.
I love you. More than anything for this blessing.
We’re not naming her Al-Quieda.
It’s… it’s.. a…
Girl. Girl…yeah. I guess is where I have to tell you I love you even though there’s no one in the world I’m more in love with right now than you.
Wait. Wait, hold on, I’m thinking that was, like, some sort of clue…
For her name?
Calm down, Gwenyth Paltrow. We should pull an MJ and go with Blanket.
I think I’m going to cry. Not because I’m really happy or anything, no just um. That name is so shitty it’s bringing tears to my eyes.
What kind of question is that. Of course I do.
I think we should name her Apple.
Don’t talk about Golden Girls like that. Blanche is my spirit animal.
You are the weirdest little manchild I have ever had the displeasure of meeting. Speaking of children. Do you want to know which species we’re having?
I’ll tell everyone how you peed your pants in Ikea.
I may wet my pants in public commercial stores but it’s better than wetting the bed like you after golden girls you little shit.
Yeah…he’s like a leper except worse. I don’t think Jesus would touch him with a ten foot pole.