"We can't"
"You will not give me your sperm?"
"I have received a message from the leaders of your planet. The mission is cancelled."
"You cannot receive messages Fitz Grant."
"The highest ruler wants you to visit a psychiatrist."
"Are you making a joke?"
"That word is in your vocabulary?"
"Fitz Grant, may I sit on your penis?"
"No."
"You will ejaculate inside me if I move my hips in a rhythmic motion. Insemination will be fast if your penis can maintain an erection."
"No."
"Would you rather I bend over while you enter me from a standing position?"
"No."
"Do you want me to collect your sperm in my mouth? I can spit in a cup and insert it with a turkey baster."
"No."
"Fitz Grant. You cannot inseminate me with a flaccid penis."
"I know that."
"Do you need pharmaceuticals to maintain an erection?"
"No. I will give you my sperm if you visit a psychiatrist."
"Does your sperm always come with so many requirements?"
"Only when you're not my wife."
"Okay Fitz Grant. Take me to a psychiatrist."
Fitz smiled at Olivia. They were making progress. He didn't want to have her institutionalized, but he did want her to have a medical evaluation. She was determined to leave him after a week so he had to do whatever he could to help in the next few days. He was falling in love with Olivia. Her idiosyncrasies were so unique. He could see himself marrying her if she stayed. It was like she fell out of the sky. Maybe she had a brain injury, and her husband was searching for her.
"We can go to the psychiatrist now Fitz Grant."
"Olivia, I want you to be happy."
"Are you in love with me Fitz Grant?"
"Yes Olivia."