Look Who's Talking

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He'll have your sweet face

and my business sense.

- We'll get little Armani diapers.

- It will be a great kid.

Having my baby

what a way to say you love me

Albert, you're making me sick.

I hate that song.

Stop singing.

She gets sick, I get sick.

What are you going to tell people?

That I got artificially inseminated.

What?

How could you do such a thing?

I went to the clinic

and bought some frozen sperm.

- I inserted it, now I'm pregnant.

- Where's the frozen pop?

- There's no frozen pop.

- There's no husband.

I control my life

and I want to have a baby.

This kind of thing a girl does

if she's very ugly or a lesbian.

This is not the act

of a beautiful intelligent girl.

You never liked

any of my boyfriends, anyway.

- Where did this sperm come from?

- A medical student.

He goes to Columbia.

His parents live on the Island.

His father's in piece goods.

His mother works in cosmetics.

So you're making fun of me.

Wait, you'll see.

Someday you'll have children.

Look... an arm. It's an arm.

Look... isn't it cute?

Here's the head... isn't it?

Get some apple juice down here!

- Thirsty?

- Go ahead.

"The sex organs are moulded

out of similar tissue folds."

"By the second trimester

they are identifiable."

Look, another arm

coming in down there...

How am I going to get that

in my mouth?

Miss, excuse me...

- What can I do for you?

- Albert is expecting me.

He's in with his decorator.

You can wait over there.

- I think you're going to enjoy it.

- I'm sure I will.

- Remember to dust it every day.

- See you later.

Hi, come on in.

Albert, was that woman pretty?

- No, you're pretty.

- I look like a big, fat pilgrim.

How do you like the desk?

- It's made of stone.

- It's all right.

It's going to be great in here.

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