Jade: Doc! I'm not pregnant!
Summer: Ohhhhh thank Mitochondrial Eve! Yessss!
Summer: Shit. I, I'm sorry Jade. I really shouldn't be so relieved about this. It's really nothing to do with you! My brothers are just . . . well, a lot for me to handle, and the more there are if them, the harder it gets.
Jade: I understand, Doc. I can see how they don't really mesh well with you. But they do kinda mesh with me--and I don't just mean physically! I kinda like 'em.
Summer: I have been pretty harsh on them in the past, but I will admit they're . . . not the worst people in the world.
Jade: So you don't mind if I keep fucking them?
Summer: . . . N-no . . . Just please don't tell me anything about it!
Jade: Tho you know, I did a lot of thinking the past few days, and I wonder if maybe I should have a baby? I'm over forty, my window's probably closing relatively soon. I always said I'd wait to have kids, is it time to say that wait is over? But then it'd be a huge lifestyle change! Could I handle that? Would I even make a good mom?
Jade: What do you think, Doc?
Summer: I think I will pay for your kid's college as long as you choose anyone other than my brothers to be the father!!
