Big Business

Why in God's name would the Stantons

have their summer house...

out in the middle of all this yuck?

- I don't think they do.

- What's that supposed to mean?

It-It means we're lost.

Oh, we're just gonna keep driving

until we hit someone's pig?

Is that it, Harlan?

- Binky. - How in God's name

could you drag me down here...

to Yuckville, West Virginia,

when I'm 40 months pregnant?

Not that that was my idea.

Don't start that again.

You agreed.

Against my better judgement.

Well, you will have your own

personal beach house to console you.

Most husbands find it unnecessary

to bribe their wives to reproduce.

That's why I "dwuv doo."

Haven't these people

ever heard of pavement?

Oh, Huntsy.

Something happened.

What? What is it?

I think the kid wants out

at the next stop.

My wife is having a baby.

Where's the nearest hospital?

You might try

down in, uh, Jane Lew.

How close are we?

Oh, I'd say about...

forty, forty-five miles.

- Is he crazy?

- There's no time!

Well...

the Hollowmade Hospital's

in Jupiter Hollow.

It's about three miles, but...

Hollowmade!

Thank you!

You ain't gonna get in there.

Garth?

It's time again.

Where do you want me

to put this, Doc?

Just put it right here,

Eufus, on your way out.

Uh, check with me tomorrow,

and don't worry about it.

Mmm, that's good cider,

Nanny Lewis.

Uh, could you take that

down to the lab?

Snack time!

There's the hospital, Harlan.

- Cross your legs.

- Hunt!

Tell them I want my own room.

- My wife is having a baby.

- Oh, well...

Jane Lew Hospital's probably

what you're lookin' for.

- This is a hospital?

- Yes.

But it's for employees

of Hollowmade only.

- Company policy.

- This is an emergency.

Oh, I'd love to help you out,

but I can't do anything without

Mr Stokes's authorization.

- He's a real stickler...

- Mr Stokes?

He owns the Hollowmade factory.

Lives in that big, grey house

right over there.

That's gratitude!

I shan't be a minute.

Hunt, where are you going?

Hunt? Hunt!

You all right

back there, Iona?

Don't you fret.

I'm just fine.

- Howdy, Iona.

- Mornin', Jake.

- Mr Stokes!

- Doctor, I'd like you to meet

Mr and Mrs Shelton.

They're the new owners

of Hollowmade Furniture.

Scrub up, Doc.

Your new boss is having a baby!

Oh, look at this place.

What a dump!

Hi, Doc. Guess what?

I hate needles!

Now, hold on a second.

It'll just be a little prick.

Yeah, that's what got me

into this mess.

It-It's a girl.

Coming, Iona.

There you are.

I like that lamp.

- That new since last time?

- Yeah.

One more push.

It's a girl.

It's another girl!

Doctor! There's something

stuck in here!

Nanny, I think you'd

better get in here quick.

Nanny!

It's another girl!

Well, I hope you both

wanted twins...

'cause that's

what you both got... girls.

- That's wonderful!

- Damn.

That was the messiest, ickiest,

most unbearably primitive experience...

I've ever had.

If it's all right with you...

I'd-I'd like to name them

after my great aunts.

- I shudder to ask.

- Rose and Sadie.

Ugh.

You'll look so lovely

in that tiara.

All right.

We'll name them Rose and Sadie.

What colour are the stones?

You done real good.

Oh, Garth!

Why, that's

your prettiest one.

Well, what

should we call them?

It's just a duck.

Oh, you mean, the, uh...

How about Rose and Sadie?

That's pretty.

Sadie and Rose.

- Good morning, Moramax.

- Good morning. Hi there.

Thanks very much.

Thank you.

Miss Davis isn't in yet. Would you

take a seat in the reception area?

- Yes?

- She's coming.

It's Sadie!

Good morning, Moramax.

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