Nine Months Page #3

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We've been looking

for her for an hour.

Honey, tell the neighbors

to call off the search.

You, call the sheriff

before the choppers go up.

We're sorry.

Looks like a full house.

Party time, then!

I'm sorry.

Get back in there.

Listen, um, sorry,

and I'm going to take off.

You'll be here all weekend,

right?

Sounds great.

Good to see you.

You didn't tell me

they were coming.

They didn't

tell me either.

They always

show up uninvited.

I hope they don't

spoil your weekend.

Oh, no.

We'll be fine.

The kids seem adorable.

Oh,

they're monsters.

They're monsters.

See, this is why

I don't want kids.

It's nonsense.

No, what I'm saying is

I think it's such baloney

and such a clich

that the artist

has to be messed up

and have a life

of deprivation,

be an alcoholic

or deprived in some way.

It's how you use, obviously,

with imagination and passion

whatever it is...

I love you.

Well, that's nice.

I think

you're great.

Marry me,

Captain Renaldo.

Who's

Captain Renaldo?

Marry me.

Make me your wife.

We'll honeymoon

in Paris.

Well, I'm not sure.

It's King Stanislaus'

daughter, isn't it?

You're madly

in love with her!

Who?

Don't deny it!

I saw you two kissing!

Brute!

She hit me.

Shannon,

no hitting.

O.K. You run along.

Go play.

We'll talk later.

You weasel!

Oh, God.

I am so sorry about that.

She's been reading

Harlequin Romance novels,

and she's just

obsessed with it.

It's kind of cute.

Isn't it cute?

Lovely.

Not many teeth left,

but cute.

What a puss.

All right, everybody.

I've got an announcement.

Gail and I

are going to have a new baby.

Oh, sh*t. Not another one.

So I'd like to

make a toast.

To my wife, the most beautiful

pregnant woman in the world.

Love you.

Hear, hear!

You could be

the toughest guy,

but when your child

looks into your eyes

and that child knows

you're their dad...

suddenly

it smiles.

It's like...

I cannot explain it.

It's like magic.

Is it magic when they do

that little dribble of vomit

down your shoulder?

I'm sorry

if we're boring you, pal.

Just a joke.

O.K.

Just forget it.

The guy is rude.

Sorry.

What did you say?

You are rude.

Rude?

You think I'm rude?

Yes, I do.

I'm sorry...

It's all right, honey.

Let's just deal

with this accusation.

Like an idiot,

I was under the impression

you were monopolizing

the conversation.

I'm sorry

if I'm a little excited

about my wife and I

having another baby.

Is being excited a reason

to exclude eight people

from conversation?

I didn't realize

this was a frickin'

group therapy session!

How much do I owe?

You didn't realize

you were a crashing bore.

I'll walk over there

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