MILLA: Hey, Ali, congrats on the pregnancy!ALI: Thank you! Don't I look fetching in my maternity sparkles?MILLA: Deeply! And don't I look fetching in my shirt, with these leg-pants?ALI: ... Yes. Actually, I was going to ask if I could borrow it.MILLA: Borrow it? When?ALI: For when I have the baby. It'd be the hottest birthing smock in town.MILLA: Right? It's TOTALLY the polar opposite of what I wore the other night:
MILLA: I mean, check out this tunic. It looks like the main course at the moth equivalent of the hot-dog eating challenge. ALI: I AM NOT FAT. I'M JUST BREEDING.MILLA: We know, sweetie.ALI: Yeah, but everyone else might have forgotten, so I should touch my stomach in the sweet spot just to be sure. Not on top, where it's comfortable to rest my hand. No, I have to go below. So that you know I'm not fat; I'm breeding. BREEDING.WENTWORTH MILLER: High on a hill there's a lonely goatherd, lady-o-di-lady-o-di-lad-i-hoooooo.ALI: What's with him?MILLA: Big Sound of Music fan.WENTY: Adieu, adieu, to you and you and you...ALI: Let's just take his advice. I'm creeped out.