wrong with you?
Sympathy pains.
I hardly know you.
You must be a very sympathetic guy.
Lately, yes.
- I think she really likes me.
- Oh, yeah?
What makes you say that?
Well, she said she likes
a little upholstery on a guy.
And she kissed me.
You're kissing?
Wait a minute, Alex.
You're in no condition
to start a relationship.
- Don't be so negative.
- What do you mean, negative?
Wait a minute.
I'm not negative.
So, what do ya think?
Couldn't find one
with a parrot on it?
It's nice. It's nice.
You know, Larry,
I'm starting to believe in fate.
My baby,
finding a compatible woman.
I think it's all part of a design.
Maybe I should
see a psychic.
Psychiatrist.
We should both see him.
I hate my body.
Looking prosperous there.
- The pants are loose in the waist.
- I could take them in.
Better leave room to grow.
- That's a good idea.
- That's the spirit!
- I'll cuff 'em for you.
- Okay.
- What?
- Junior kicked again.
- Junior?
- Yeah.
- Why Junior?
- The book says to talk to the baby.
I didn't know if it's going to be a boy
or a girl, so I just called it Junior.
Why?
- Well, nothing. I was...
- It's something. You have that look.
No, the guy I got the egg from,
he called it Junior.
He was makin' a joke, you know,
just a funny coincidence.
Who is that guy? You said a colleague
of yours had an anonymous harvest.
- Yeah, a colleague of mine.
- Do I know him?
Nah, you don't know him.
- Do we know about the donor egg?
- No, it's anonymous.
Well, well, how very domestic.
All that's missing is the
pitter-patter of little feet.
Banes. Forgotten, but not gone.
- What the hell do you want?
- I couldn't help overhearing you.
Something about a donor egg?
- I don't know what you mean.
- Come on, guys, it's me, Noah.
I'm nobody's fool.
I checked with the primate lab.
They told me the chimps
haven't been tested on...
since the project
was terminated.
But you're still
producing Expectane.
Well, the truth is that...
- we had a surplus of the steroid base.
- Surplus.
Rather than
let it go to waste...
- we decided to...
- We decided to...
- finish off the production run,
- That's it.
stockpile the Expectane for when
the F.D.A. does approve clinical trials.
We were unaware of the university
policy, so that's why the little fib.
If there are any budget overruns,
we're more than happy...
- Absolutely. Cover them.
- Excuse me.
Yeah.
- What's that all about?
- I don't know.
- What are you doin', writin' a book?
- You know what I think?
I think you two cowboys have...
an Expectane-assisted pregnancy
underway here in this house.
- Sorry, you're wrong.
- Oh, that hardly ever happens.
Listen, Larry, I'm on your side.
If you guys are coloring
outside the lines, I can help.
Look, Banes,
I'm speaking English.
There's nothin' goin' on!
How can I help you if you
leave me outside the loop?
Thanks for stoppin' by.
Okay.
Listen, could I use
your bathroom before I go?
Yeah. It's down the hall.
Make a right. Pick up the seat.
- Is he gone?
- No, he's in the can.
Where are you? Come out, little mother.
- You think he believed us?
- I don't know.
This guy's dangerous.
Stay away from him.
I will. Here.
- I'm taking Diana out to dinner.
- Great.
Who is that?
Aerosmith.
You don't like their music?
Seven years,
I tried everything.
I couldn't get Angela pregnant.
One of these clowns, one night,
one shot, mission accomplished.
Just ain't fair.
- Which one?
- I don't know.
Doesn't matter.
You still love her.
Ah, no, it's good it's over.
It's just this baby thing
has got me a little, you know...
I'm having some feelings,
you know. That's all.
- I'm sorry, Larry.
- Yeah. Thanks.
- Well, you look... good.
- Thank you.
Hi, Angela.
Hey, Alex.
Is he home?
- Yes.
- Is he alone?
-Very. He will be very happy to see you.
-Yeah, I'll bet.
I'm really very sorry.
I'm just a bit confused
about this strudelhund thing.
- Excuse me. I