Everything Put Together

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- Yes? Mom?

- Oh, hi, honey.

Could you hang on a second?

I'm sorry, hon, it's a madhouse

today. What's up?

- Nothing. I just wanted to say hi.

- Oh, hon. Hang on a second.

- What is it? Do you need something?

- No, I'm fine. Are you okay?

Yes. I'm exhausted, no one has

any idea what they're doing...

I have to take care of everything.

I'm spread too thin, as usual.

- Get some rest.

- I'll rest when I'm dead.

Listen, about the plane tickets,

my mileage isn't good anymore...

so I'll just wait until he's born

and then I'll come out, okay?

I just can't get away now. I'm up

to my neck, it's a bad time for me.

- That's okay.

- How are you feeling?

- I'm good.

- Good.

Good. Listen, honey,

I should be going.

- Okay.

- I'm glad you called. I love you.

I love you too.

- Question:
How's your Kegel?

- Shush!

I said, how's that Kegel going?

- I hate my Kegel.

- Now I'm gonna have to pee!

Guys, for real, I'm really worried

I'm not doing enough Kegels.

Do you really do them?

Well, I practice every

night with Kessel.

- You do?

- Yeah, I do, Jean.

Kessel loves my Kegel.

He thinks it 's really sexy.

Come on, Jean, home, the car, go!

Right. See you guys on Saturday.

- Bye.

- Jean!

I'm just saying good night!

Bye!

- What 's Saturday?

- It 's the birthday party.

- Whose?

- Barbie's Michael.

You know what I was just thinking?

How strange:
We're born to our

mothers, then we become adults...

and then we have

babies of our own.

- Everything comes full circle.

- Yeah. Can I use your deodorant?

Sh*t, I just remembered I meant to

be picking Russ up from the airport.

Tell him Bill wants to play

ball this weekend, all right?

How strange is it that men are born

as babies and they stay that way?

- Very strange.

- Are these your shoes?

No. They're probably Jean's.

She's a nervous wreck.

- I'll take them. Will you be fine?

- Yes. Get your baby out the plane.

- All right. Bye.

- Bye!

Angie!

Judith?

My water broke.

Nurse! I don't think it 's supposed

to hurt this much! Sh*t!

- I'm not kidding!

- Do you want me to get your mom?

Can I come in?

Can I come in through here?

Push! Good.

One, two, three. Push!

- He's over the crown. I see an eye.

- Push!

Good. On three.

One, two, three. Push!

- That 's it.

- That 's it. It 's a boy.

- There he is.

- Congratulations.

He is bright pink.

We like that. Scissors.

Come meet your mom.

He's so beautiful!

Hey, look at him.

- Say hello to your mom.

- My God.

Hello.

Hi. Hi.

- What did I miss?

- There he is. Right on time.

Happy birthday to the big

birthday boy! All right!

So! Cake?

Any takers? All right.

You guys, Jean and Lisa,

you're gonna get...

Right, we're gonna have some cake,

then we're gonna do the piata...

and then we're gonna open presents,

and then you're all gonna go home...

and I'm gonna relax, okay?

That 's how it 's gonna be.

- Michael, you wanna watch?

- Bye.

- We're coming right back!

- I want my yogurt.

- What are these?

- What that is? I'll start over here.

Kiss me.

- Michael! Come on!

- What 'd he do?

- Come on, he's shy!

- She's got a boyfriend.

Well, he's cute.

That 's the size of cake that

Superman eats for his birthday.

He put it right into my mouth...

and it was his foot or his hand,

I don't know which one it was...

but it was like, "shut up, Dad."

That 's some deep water!

Anyway, the thing is...

I can't really tell you enough

times how grateful I am.

- Are you gonna say it again?

- Yeah. Can't tell you enough times.

This is silly! I mean, anyone

would've done exactly the same.

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