Douglas: Ah, Marcy. Are you feeling alright?
Marcy: Fine!
Douglas: Are you sure, Captain?
Marcy: I'm fine! Absolutely fine! Fine!
Douglas: Little beggar giving you any trouble? *Puts hands on Marcy's slightly distended abdomen*
Marcy: If Arthur wasn't the father, I'd be sure it was the spawn of the devil.
Douglas: Ah, speaking of the father...
Arthur: Hi, Honey... Are you ok?
Marcy: I'm fine, really!
Arthur: Do you want anything?
Marcy: (Groans) I don't know!
Arthur: How -?
Douglas: Let me guess; you're craving something, but don't know what.
Marcy: (Sighs) Yes... I know I fancy chocolate... Or cucumber... Or cheese puffs...
Arthur: Oh! I know! I'll be right back! *Rushes off*
Marcy: There goes daddy...
Douglas: You're lucky to have him, he's going to help you a lot because it will get harder.
Marcy: How do you know?
Douglas: Father, remember?
Arthur: Here we are, Sweetie!
Marcy: What is it?
Arthur: A sandwich.
Douglas: What sort, Arthur.
Arthur: Try it and see, Skip.
Marcy: *Takes a bite* Wow! This is perfect! Mmm!
Arthur: It's a duo chocolate spread, cheese puff and cucumber sandwich! I didn't know if you wanted milk chocolate spread or the white chocolate one, so I used the swirled one.
Douglas: That's disgusting...
Marcy: (Mouth full) Takes the edge off, though.
