Jack

!Vuela la conga, muchachos!

!Conga! !Conga!

- God!|- So bloated.

- She's bingeing.|- Bingeing? She's fat.

Honey?

Whew! I thought|I lost ya, honey.

- God, I think it's a thyroid problem.|- I think she's just fat.

Oh, yeah.

What's wrong?|What's wrong, honey?

- It's too soon.|- Oh. Oh! Josh, come here!

Hold on, honey. Easy. Easy.

- Brian, what's happening?|- Help!

- I'm only in the first trimester.|- Help!

Would someone please help?|We have an emergency here. I think--

-Yeah, call the doctor.|-Um, please, could you call Dr Benfante?

- Help.|- Calm down. Now, now.

- Huh?|- Oh, I'm sorry.|- Help me!

- Help me.|- Over here. One at a time.

Dr Brandon--

- Come on, now!|- Put it over here.

- No, I don't have anything!|- Put it in the tray.|- Honey, it's your tin.

Huh? Oh!

Okay.

- It's okay.|- No smoking in the hospital.|- No, no. No smoking in here.

Put that out.

I'm gonna quit tomorrow.|I swear.

No, no, sideways.|Come through-- Tha-That's it.

- When are you due, ma'am?|- N-Not for another seven months.

- Susan, wh-where's Dr Benfante?|- Brian, come here.

- Just hold my hand.|- There we go.|- The l.V. set?

- Have you had Lamaze?|- Uh, well, I haven't even|signed up for the course yet.

I'm only two months along.

- That's the epidural talking.|- She hasn't had an epidural.

What are you babbling about?|It's-- It's too soon.

- It's too soon, Brian.|- Here he comes.

Okay, guys. Calm down.

- Take it easy.|Calm down, everybody. Calm down.|- And now a deep breath.

It's too early for contractions.

- Hold tight. Hold my hand, honey.|Hold my hand.|- All right.

- Let's just relax.|- That's right.

- Okay. Okay.|- Christ.|- Wait, wait.

- Wait, wait.|- You said, "Come back next week." Huh?

- Yeah.|- You said it was just fluid retention.

"Go home. Have fun."

- Yeah, I'm not having fun.|- Yeah, you gotta breathe.

Sonogram's fine, Doctor,|for a full-term pregnancy.

- Doc, what's going on?|- Okay, it's really important|that you relax and breathe.

- She's fully dilated.|- It's gonna be all right.

- Now you're gonna push.|- Push, okay? Yes.|- No. It's too soon.

- Push hard. Push. Hold it. Hold it.|- Push. Push. Push.

- Good girl.|- Give it all you got.|- No, it's too soon!

- One more time.|- One more deep breath.|- Deep breath in.

- One more. Deep breath.|- And out.|- Push.

Push.

Look at that.|You've got a baby.

It's a beautiful,|beautiful boy.

Hey there, bud.

Hi.

- Don't rust up on me now.|- I'm sorry.

We'll call him Jack.

What you gonna be|when you grow up

What you gonna do|when your time is up

What you gonna say|when things go wrong

What you gonna do|when it's all over

There's a road

Long and windin'

The lights are blindin'

But it gets there

Don't give up

Don't look back

There's a silver linin'

It's out there somewhere

Everybody wants an answer

Everybody needs a friend

We all need a shining star

On which we can depend

So tonight we're gonna wish

Upon a star

We never wished upon before

What you gonna be|when you grow up

- To find what you're lookin' for|- What you gonna do when your time is up

There'll be times

In your life

Yeah, when you'll|be dancing and shit

But you ain't gettin' it

Don't get disillusioned

No, don't expect too much

'Cause if what you have|is all you can get

Just keep on tryin'|It just ain't happened yet

Everybody wants to be a winner

Everybody has a dream

We all need a shining star

When things ain't what they seem

So tonight we're gonna|wish upon a star

We never wished upon before

I'm sorry this|has taken so long.

Like you, we're puzzled|by your son's premature birth.

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