Angie Page #3

gynecologist as half my neighborhood.

- Go ahead and lie down.

- All right.

Place your legs in

the stirrups, please.

Scoot down, please.

Come on down

a little further.

You know, Jackie was my date

at my senior prom.

No kidding?

So... you think you might

be pregnant, huh?

Yeah.

Please don't feel self-conscious

about my height.

Oh, God, no,

of course not.

I-I-I think it's nice

you don't have to bend or nothin'.

I always think gynecologists

must have such back problems.

- Ow, Jesus, Angie!

- Hold still.

- That one don't got a head.

- Yeah, it does. It's a real juicy one.

It could fill an eclair.

- Ow! Ow! That's enough.

- All right.

You're a very weird girl.

It ain't a sportin' event.

- You set the alarm?

- Yeah.

- Come here.

- Vinnie, we gotta talk.

- We'll talk tomorrow.

- No, listen to me.

- Angie, you know how beautiful you are?

- Vinnie?

- Oh my God, Vinnie.

- Talk to me. Go ahead.

- I'm gonna throw up! Get off!

- What?

Oh, God!

- Are you all right?

- I'm fine.

It wasn't you, I swear.

You were great.

Oh, yeah. If I make a girl puke,

I know I showed her a good time.

What's wrong? You got

like a virus or something?

You know what that's from? It's

from all those elevators in the city.

You keep breathing air that's been breathed

through somebody else's nostrils.

- And it makes you sick.

- I'm pregnant.

- You're what?

- I'm pregnant.

For real?

Yeah. Remember that

time at Pop's house...

Angie, that is

so f***ing wonderful!

- We're gonna have a baby!

- Vinnie, no! Put me down!

- Or we won't be able to sleep in this

room neither. - I'm sorry.

- Put me down quick.

- I'm sorry. Here.

Lie back, relax.

Okay?

- You all right?

- Uh-huh.

- Oh, man, this is great! When's he due?

- December 25th.

December friggin' 25th! The baby's

gonna pop out like Jesus Christ.

That is f***in' unbelievable.

That is so f***in' unbelievable.

Vinnie, please, the neighbors

are gonna hear.

Who gives a sh*t? I want 'em to hear!

I want everybody to know!

- Hey, I'm havin' a baby!

- Way to go, Vinnie!

We're gettin' married

right away, Ange, okay?

It don't matter if it's

a boy or a girl or whatever...

'cause whatever we have this time, we'll

go and have the other one the next time.

Next time? Calm down.

This one ain't even born yet.

Angie, I'm gonna

make you happy.

I swear it.

Anything.

- Thank you. Thank you.

- Oh.

Saltines.

My sister when she was pregnant with the

twins and had the morning sickness...

- she said the saltines helped her.

- Oh.

So tomorrow I'm gonna go out

and get you a dozen boxes.

- You want something now? - No, no, Vinnie, please,

I'm just scared, okay?

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