worked.
But that was no reason
to stop trying.
For the first time in our relationship,
she took the initiative.
Without warning,
the game had turned on the hunter.
First thought: She was mistaking me
for someone else.
Second thought: She'd started
drinking in the afternoons.
Third and final thought:
She loved me.
I missed the target,
but hit the tree.
- Plastic flywheel!
- It's probably out of gas.
- You're out of gas!
- You see this? Perch on it.
I'm rubber, you're glue. Whatever you
say bounces off me and sticks to you.
Stick this!
- Up yours!
- Up yours, too!
It's you and me.
Ciao!
Can I get anybody anything?
Yeah. Dinner, missy. How about it?
Let's go.
This is good, Jake.
You're quite a barbecue chef.
What fascinates me
is how you got it
blood raw on one side
and charred to a crisp on the other.
- My steak's fine, Russ.
- Mine, too, darling.
What is this?
What, is this dirt on here?
- Did you say something, Jake?
- No.
- Why do you complain about everything?
- I'm not.
- You certainly are.
- You want to hear complaining?
Missy, when are you going to get your
butt in gear and get me a grandchild?
- I think it's time, too.
- At last we agree on something.
Everything in due time. For cripe's
sake, they just moved into a home.
Don't put pressure on pressure.
What's the rush?
I'm with you. I almost lost Kristy in
delivery. If she waits, it's fine with me.
I just think it's odd
that they've been married four years
and they don't even talk about kids.
It was a breech. The women
in my family have such small hips.
It was painful and it was terrifying.
You're all right now, so why dwell
on it, in the sweet name of Christ?
- You didn't know until it was over.
- How could I? I was playing golf.
Darling,
you would have divine babies.
- Aren't you thinking about it?
- Mom, that's a personal matter.
Well, it's a family matter.
We're just curious.
Well, what's the deal?
They'll have kids when they have kids.
Maybe they're not ready.
Are they going to be swingers
the rest of their lives?
Did your parents goad you
into having kids?
There was no time to goad me.
No, I had my kids right away.
Down at my company,
everybody my age or around my age
has a picture on their desk
of a grandchild.
I have a picture on my desk of her.
What I want to have on my desk
is a picture of a grandchild.
Who wouldn't? But this is one thing
we're going to have to have patience on.
I'll be retired
before they get round to it.
Then there won't be any desk
to put a picture on.
- Are you mad?
- No.
Would you rather not talk?
I'm fine.
What do you want to talk about?
- You know.
- Kids?
- You want kids?
- Don't you?
- It's irreversible.
- So?
I'm not in the mood for irreversible
action. Let's go to sleep.
Having our parents
has distorted everything.
It's not a good time to talk serious.
Go to sleep.
If I tell you something,
will you promise not to get mad?
What is it?
Promise you won't get mad?
- Tell me what it is.
- Promise you won't get mad.
OK, I promise I won't get mad.
I stopped taking the pill
three months ago.
Keep smiling, Briggsie.
- Can you hold the baby up higher?
- He's got a nosebleed already.
Howard, this is the stupidest thing
I've ever done.
Don't retire the trophy.
Your career is just starting.
Some old shit is retiring,
so I have to have my picture taken
with somebody's baby.
Everybody on the account is doing it.
You're nothing special.
Do they hire us
to write ads or play the clown?
- Both.
- I hate this. Hate this.
You can relax.
I've got to reset the lights.
- This is ridiculous.
- Your wife sees these pictures,
- she'll beg you for offspring.
- How have you held out so long?
My reproductive life is none
of your business. Where's the mother?
- I don't know. Around here somewhere.
- Thanks, guys. Come on.
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Sorry.
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