PARIS: Yes! Yes!
DOUG: Mmm, baby. Are the paparazzi here yet? Oh, yeah…
PARIS: I called them when you were putting a condom on. YES!
PARIS: …. Wow. You’re going to want to get to hospital. Yesterday.
DOUG: Hospital? Why? *looks down* Oh. Oh, GOD! Why is it sprouting mushrooms?
PARIS: Hey! When it grows a head, torso, arms and starts predicting the future then you can start your bitching. But for right now, get your ass in the car!
DOUG: Yes, ma’am.
VOICE: I foresee burning in young Douglas’ future…
PARIS: Quiet, you!
It’s almost like you’re there. – - My bad.