(In an attempt to make the announcement go over more smoothly, Josh and Mindy have gone out of their way to make the Crenshaw's comfortable, which, obviously, is no easy task. Josh took gourmet cooking lessons from a nearby restaurant, Mindy has chosen flowers that don't mean anything bad in any country to adorn the tabletop, and they've both stressed out a lot. The food is ready, and they are waiting worriedly for Mindy's parents to arrive back from playing golf.)
Mindy: Josh, what if my parents kick me out? Or worse, what if they disown me?
Josh: Well I don't think that will happen. Your parents love you.
Mindy: They love me, but this is not part of their plan. Where do you think I got my compulsive behaviors? What do you think sent me to the "wacky shack"? I was trying so hard to be perfect. And now it's all over.
Josh: Mindy, your parents are people too; they know everyone makes mistakes.
(Mindy's parents enter.)
Mrs. Crenshaw: Hello kids; do you two have this special dinner ready yet?
Mindy: Yes ma'am. Dinner is ready. We're serving spinach stuffed pasta shells and lobster.
Mr. Crenshaw: Lobster? You certainly did go all out for this meal.
(They begin eating. The Crenshaw's make polite conversation, while Josh and Mindy nod and shake their heads a lot. They're saving their energy for later.)
Mindy: Mom, Dad, we have some news. We're getting married. (They had planned to get married and they decided this would "soften the blow" so to speak, so they announced this first.)
Mr. Crenshaw: Married? Why didn't any one ask me about this?
Mindy: Because I'm having a baby, Dad.
Mrs. Crenshaw: A BABY? What? You can't be serious. No! This isn't part of the plan!
Mindy: (to Josh) Uh-oh. I know mom is upset when grammar goes out the window.
Mr. Crenshaw: Mindy, you know this is not Crenshaw behavior.
Mrs. Crenshaw: And you! You did this to her, you…you…
Josh: I know. But I love Mindy. And I promise to take care of her.
Mrs. Crenshaw: Well young lady, you are going to have to find another place to live. We can't have our unwed pregnant daughter living in our house.
Mindy: Yes ma'am. I understand. Your social standing is obviously more important to you than I am, but I can respect that. It must've been hard enough to live down having a daughter in a mental rehabilitation clinic with all your little WASPy friends. But a pregnancy would be worse. I'll be out in a week.
Mrs. Crenshaw: Mindy, dear, I didn't mean it like that.
Mindy: It's okay. It doesn't matter how you meant it. I was prepared for this. I've been saving my paychecks, and my friend has a place for me at her apartment. I hope you still want to be involved in my life though.
Mrs. Crenshaw: Of course we do, dear.
Mindy: Whatever. Now that you know, I need to get out of here for a while. I'll be back later to start packing.
(Mindy leaves. Josh follows. Mr. and Mrs. Crenshaw stare after them in disbelief.)