Altair: I’m pregnant.

Clover: You’re what? Didn’t you, you know, use protection?

Altair: Geeze, Clover! Keep it down. I haven’t told him yet. It’s not exactly like I planned to end you up… you know.

Clover: Having your ex-boyfriend’s child?

Provence: [sits down] Wait? Mom. You’re having a baby?!