Jane: "I'm going to sell so many things here!"
Cashier: "Um...ok. As if this consignment store gets much business, but whatever."
Thad: "It's still your birthday. If Jane gets a birthday, you do too."
Kim: "I love you too."
Thad: "Do you...I mean, would you like to get married? To me?"
Kim: "That...would be amazing, Thad. Yes, I would really like to."
Thad: "Then don't stop."
Jane: "And you just vomited in the junkyard. We've all made our choices."
Emmie: "I'm an independent woman now. It feels good."
Cake: "I'm just gonna be over here...on the floor."
Thad: "Yeah, I've got a small part on a TV series, and the hours are brutal. How was your day?"
Thad: "What happened?!"
Kim: "I didn't, either. The doctor didn't say anything about my 'condition', so I don't think it was even noticeable. I might be more alive than dead, now."
Thad: "Hmm, you have been feeling more 'solid' over the past few months."
Kim: "And all she said was that I have very low fertility rates, so this pregnancy is a rare occurrence."
Kim: "It was bound to happen."
Kim: "Are you glad?"
Thad: "Of course I am! This will be our child together."
Wendy: "Oh, we tried. It was always weird, though. We couldn't think of each other like that, and it just ended in disaster."
But where did your eyebrows go?
Wendy: "Didn't want to lose them. And you did, too."
Jane: "It was actually reeeeaaaally cold."
Wendy: "Oh definitely yes."
And...yada yada yada.
Next time: Our generation six baby will be born!