The Whole Ten Yards Page #3

- Got some news.

- Oh, yeah?

- Yeah. We're pregnant.

What? We're pregnant!

What? When?

- Probably when you were on top of me.

- Or when you were on top of me.

- Doctor.

- Mrs. Himelfarb.

- Don't forget to floss.

- God, Oz, I love you so much.

Oh, I love you too. So you're not angry?

About me being pregnant?

No, about me almost shooting

a scout this morning.

Mrs. Havacamp.

- Forget that. I wanna see you.

- Oh, I wanna see you too.

I gotta go. So I'll meet you at your

favorite place. Okay, I love you.

Mr. White.

I'm so sorry.

I'm gonna bring somebody in

to do that for me. Okay?

He's not breathing. Call whoever deals with

that. I'm going to lunch with Cynthia.

Call 91 -- Hold on, please.

Why do I have a bad feeling about this?

This can't be good.

- It really is perfect now, isn't it?

- Yes.

- There's so much planning.

- I know.

So many things to buy.

We gotta get a crib, clothes.

- We have to redecorate the guest bedroom.

- I'll finally get to build that moat.

- What?

- Oh, no worries.

I've already checked with zoning.

Are you kidding? We're not building

a fricking moat in our yard.

This will go all around the perimeter.

- Oz, no. Don't ruin this moment.

- I'm not--

We're having a baby. Not now.

I mean, we're fighting now...

...but then we're gonna have a baby.

- Honey, I'm just trying to--

- Drive me insane.

Look, I don't wanna raise a child in an

environment of complete and total fear.

Fear? Who's talking about fear?

We're talking about a moat.

Just think of it as a

little, round swimming pool.

- You're afraid of everything, Oz.

- That is so not true.

- Thinking about me?

- Off and on. Yeah.

See the paper? Well?

- I'm a little nervous about this.

- There's nothing to be nervous about.

- What, is he driving you nuts again?

- Yes.

Sounds like you could use

a break. A little...

- Cahooting?

- I seem to remember...

...you were always good at cahooting.

I remember a time when your

middle name was danger.

Oh, Jimmy.

- Cynthia.

- I hate lying to Oz like this.

Oz can't know anything

about this. Are we clear?

We're clear. Does Jill suspect anything?

- Jill thinks I'm losing my mind.

- She's probably right.

- You still got the numbers, right?

- Of course.

- God.

- What?

You still sound so sexy on the phone.

- Listen, one more thing.

- Yeah?

What are you wearing?

It's not important.

All right, I gotta go.

- Game time.

- Good luck.

You're on.

''Honey, I'm sorry.''

''Honey, I'm sorry.''

Honey. I'm so sorry.

It's the idiot from under the table.

Honey?

Honey.

She not here.

Oh, my God.

Mr. White, what are you doing here?

If this is about the nitrous oxide

I gave you, I'm sorry.

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