It's Alive

Honey?

Frank?

What's the matter,

is he kicking again?

No, it's time.

- You always make me feel so...

- Oh.

Frank.

- You're awful.

- Okay.

Alright, let's get ready, huh?

Okay.

Okay?

Frank?

Oh, honey? You'd better go

wake up Chris.

Huh?

Chris?

Come on, I got your number.

Come on, attaboy.

Oh, Dad, what time is it?

You know what time it

is, it's time to get up.

I have to drop you off

at Charley's house, you know.

You'll have to go

to school from there.

Why?

Well, I wonder why.

I don't know.

I don't know.

Oh, is Mom having the baby?

Oh, yes, that's a trick she does

rather well every 11 years.

I guess so.

Why don't you get dressed?

And don't forget

your books, huh?

.0 kay-

.Okay-

- Dad?

- Yeah?

Can anything happen to her?

I saw on TV in a movie once,

well, where the mother died.

Well, you know something?

Things like that happened

a long time ago.

They just don't happen

that way anymore.

- She had you, didn't she?

- Yeah.

Yeah, look at the

size of you, you big ox.

Okay, now.

Here you go.

- Let's get ready, attaboy.

- Okay.

Why can't I go with you

and Dad to the hospital?

We'd love to have you there,

but the doctors simply don't

allow little boys in hospitals.

Well if I have my tonsils

out again I can go there.

You'd be there for a week,

and we'd be home in three days.

You young whippersnappers,

you're not like the old team,

out with old Mr.

Dunston out in the plains

and the prairie,

driving those cattle,

getting their tonsils out

in the middle of the

night with no doctors.

Oh boy, you're not a

chip off the old block.

They're scouts.

Well, maybe Charley won't

like having me around.

Charley won't like

having you around?

Charley only sees his own boys

two Sundays a month,

and he loves kids.

You young whippersnapper,

kiss your mother goodbye.

Listen, uh, we'll both

give you a call

as soon as we find out whether

you've got a baby sister

or a baby brother, okay?

I don't care what it is

as long as you're okay,

and you give me

one of the puppies.

Charley!

- Honey, your book, your book.

- Oh.

Bye, Charley.

- Okay Lenore. good luck to you.

- Okay.

Call me Frank, call me.

Well pal, let's go and

whip up some French toast, huh?

I'm having my baby.

Frank:

Nurse, know what they call them?

In Ireland,

my mother used to call them,

the wee cuddies

and the wee cubs.

The wee cuddies

and the wee cubs,

I mean, where can you get that?

The wee cuddies

and the wee cubs.

Boy, I hope

I have one like that.

Sir, would you please

come to the labor room now?

It's time to go back

to the labor room.

- The labor room?

- Yes.

- Okay.

- This way.

How did you know about

the wee cuddies

and the wee cubs?

Oh, I learned about them

a long time ago.

You learned about them,

do you speak Gaelic?

- Are you Irish?

- Yes, no, Scottish.

You're Scottish, well

then, do speak Gaelic?

I do speak Gaelic.

You do speak Gaelic.

- This way, please.

- An Irish and a Gaelic.

An Irish and a Scottish lass.

Irish and Scottish lass.

Hang on to my hand, honey.

Oh honey, I'm not very brave.

This little guy's gonna kill me.

Ohh...

Well maybe I'll get a doctor.

No, no.

He's just different

than Chris, that's all.

I tried to talk to the doctor,

and make him understand.

I just couldn't make

him understand, honey.

It seems like it's different.

I think you'd better

get the nurse, honey.

Nurse, nurse, hurry up, please.

I think you'd better

go into the waiting room.

Just a minute, please.

I love you.

Oh, I'm glad, I'm glad

we decided to have the baby.

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