Ok, we've been over this a thousand times. Are you going to confess, or not?
Ooh!! I was totally hoping you'd say yes just now. Alright, I didn't want to have to do this, but if you're going to keep acting like a tough guy, I'm going to have to pull in the big guns. Linda! Enter!
Sorry I'm late, Searge. Damn OBGYN ran late. Good news, though. Four centimeters dilated!
Ah, sweet, up top!
See, all the pamphlets show the ripping and tearing that can occur.
Ew, no thanks.
Yeah, look, let me show you. Here, grab the other end of this. See? Right there.
Wh- No, no, no. You can't do that! What are you doing? No.
Do you have a problem with the beauty of childbirth?
Look there's nothing beautiful about that.
Linda, calm down.
No, no, I'm calm. I'm calm. Let's get down to why we're here. We all know you robbed that hotel room.
No, I didn't.
Yeah, you did, so why don't- Ohhh, my God. That feels real.
Maybe she should go to the hospital or something.
I'm not going anywhere until you confess.
I'm not going to confess to something I didn't do.
You lying, sack of shhh-
Linda, you shouldn't get so upset. It says right here,. Look at that. Ughh!
Yea you should be listening to him.
Don't tell me what to do.
I'm not. I'm just-
You know what I'm trying to do? I'm trying to keep this baby from ripping from the very uterine lining that's' keeping it inside my body. How about trying that?
I, uh- I don't want to try that.
Just like my husband.
Dude, why'd you have to bring up Greg? Not cool.
The same husband who's never going to look at this vagina ever again without picturing a giant human head rushing at him like a crappy '80s 3D movie!