[bryonie Groaning]
Maurice: Bryonie, oh, oh, Bryonie? Are you okay?
Bryonie: Do I look okay, you dumb shit? I'm going into labor. Quick somebody do something!
Martin: I've got a robotic thing for this.
Bryonie: My water broke! It's my American water that broke!
Forbes: Oh, my God.
Martin: Something's wet on me.
Maurice: This is some stressed out mess--
Florence: I need a cigarette, I can't handle this--her hemorrhoid just popped!
Bryonie: [Groaning] Ah!
Maurice: Someone get some help!
Forbes: Put it back in, just put it back in!
[Overlapping Chatter]
Bryonie: [shrieking]
[baby Cooing]