JOHN: No, it was on the roof.

JUDITH: I remember the roof!

OWEN: Hey, what’s up?

JUDITH: We were just talking about the night you were conceived.

OWEN: Nice seeing you.

JOHN: Come on. Relax. It’s a great story.

JUDITH: We were in Moroco, sunbathing on the roof.

OWEN Oh God.

JUDITH: And we’d discovered this native drink. So yummy.I can’t remember what they called it.

JOHN: Gin.

JUDITH: That’s it! We’d had several. We paid old man on the beach to babysit the boys.

OWEN: An old man on the beach?

JOHN: 12 cents an hour, or something. Not much. He was very nice. Blind, but strong hands.

JUDITH: Anyway, once we were alone, I asked your father to give me a little back massage.

OWEN: You know, I really don’t need-

JUDITH: But his hands didn’t stay on my back.

JOHN: No they didn’t.

OWEN: I actually prefer the stork version, if it’s all the same to you.

JUDITH: And then back to the room to...

OWEN: What are you doing with your face? That’s freaking me out.

JOHN: You know, we...

OWEN: You had facial spasms?

JUDITH: Well, there were spasms.

OWEN: Oh God.

JOHN: What an afternoon.

OWEN: Okay, okay. Enough. My inner eye is burning. I don’t want to hear this.

JOHN: Well, there is a reason were reminiscing. We’re going to have another.

OWEN: Another what?

JUDTTH: Another baby.

OWEN: Another baby what?

JOHN: Owen, your mother is pregnant.

OWEN: Holy -----!