Stanley Goodspeed: Oh, just some terrorists decided to send a little care package. Box of goodies. Which had to be neutralized before blowing up the office...
[plucks a harsh note on his guitar]
Stanley Goodspeed: So I took the rest of the day off. Glass of wine, little guitar... Just relax.
Carla: Wow.
Stanley Goodspeed: I mean it, honey, the world is being Fed-exed to hell in a hand cart. I really believe anyone thinking even thinking of bringing a child into the world is coldly considering an act of cruelty.
[pause, Carla stares at Stanley]
Stanley Goodspeed: I know, I'm rambling, I'm complaining, I'm sorry. What's your news, baby?
Carla: I'm pregnant.