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Yeah.

Is he a pet bear?

That's a pet bear.

That's part of their family.

Let me introduce

you, that's Henry.

Hi Henry.

Oh.

Want a cookie?

When you get a chance, boy

yeah, go out and run

best get out and run

he doesn't eat

chicken or human, right?

Okay, so you like

vanilla cookies.

Does he like chocolate?

Do you have a preference?

Yeah, he likes chocolate.

He likes chocolate.

Yeah, does he have a preference?

He likes chocolate cookies.

Peanut butter.

He loves cookies and coffee.

Cookies and coffee.

Yeah, he just turned 15.

You wanna give him the last one?

Okay.

Are you sure?

Yeah.

Why don't we do it together?

I don't wanna confuse him.

That's my baby boy.

Millie.

Millie, are you up here?

Millie.

Millie, are you up here?

There you are.

What's the matter with you?

I'm sorry, you scared me.

Well, you're afraid

of your own shadow.

Do you think you

could help me change

one of the guest beds, please?

These god damn fitted sheets.

I hate them.

What's the matter with you?

What's the matter?

Amanda.

What happened?

Oh honey, you gave

me such a scare.

I think I'm gonna be sick.

Dr. Hanson, this is Amanda.

Hi Amanda.

We were making the beds,

and she just passed out.

Would you mind leaving

us alone for a bit?

Why would I do that?

Mildred, please, just

so I can examine her.

All right.

I'll be outside if you need me.

Don't tell me.

It's food poisoning from

that god damn caf, isn't it?

No food poisoning.

She's pregnant.

Pregnant?

She's pretty upset.

I gave her a sedative.

She needs to see her own

doctor for a follow up.

Just keep her resting all night.

Oh sure, okay.

And here's a couple of sedatives

in case she needs them later.

Oh, thank you, doctor.

You don't mind

seeing yourself out?

Sure.

You all right, honey?

No, this isn't happening.

That kind of news

is always shocking.

I haven't slept

with anyone, Millie.

We know that can't

be true, don't we?

But it is true.

Honey, you know, a new life

isn't something to cry about.

What am I supposed to do?

Throw a god damn party?

Calm down.

I'm either giving

birth to the new Messiah

or that doctor is full of sh*t.

Look, you just get some rest,

and we'll figure all

of this out tomorrow.

It'll all be fine.

Trust me.

No, it won't.

No, it won't.

What did you do to me?

What the f***?

F***.

No.

That is enough, young lady.

You can't be getting

all worked up like that

when you're pregnant.

It's not healthy for the baby.

Children really are

a blessing, you know.

I guess you don't remember

our little party the

first night, do you?

Of course not.

You drank so much.

Billy, get in here.

Billy, sit down.

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