[Rebecca Askew, a reporter at the newspaper where Kevin works, has written an unfavourable article about Will]
Rebecca Askew: How was breakfast this morning?
Rebecca Askew: I meant with your father.
Luke: [to Friedman; caffeine buzzed] And you should hear what I'm not telling you, OK, so shut up!
Joan: What are you? Some kind of Peeping Tom?
Luke: It's not my fault I have a... naturally quiet tread.
Kevin: And then I woke up in the hospital, I saw Dad's face, and I wondered..."Why does Mom think this man is so good-looking?"
Joan: I'm not... pregnant.
Luke: Then why was there a pregnancy kit in the bathroom? Because *I'm* not pregnant and I'm pretty sure Kevin's not pregnant, which leaves...
Luke: Okay, I'm an expert on probability, and given factors such as Mom's and Dad's ages, birth control, and the average frequency of sex after twenty-three...
Joan: [covering ears] Ewwwww!