What Planet Are You From? Page #7

- We have plans?

- Yes.

I was thinking about

looking at cribs for the baby.

- You didn't tell me that.

- I'm telling you now.

Don't let me hold you up.

Go get your precious remote.

We won't worry about the crib.

The baby can sleep in a drawer for

the first year of its life. Just go.

- What are you doing?

- You said go.

Bye.

It's a universal remote.

It comes with codes

for every TV and VCR.

You punch in the code for your

equipment and you're in business.

- Yes. Modern technology.

- You said it.

- What do you think of "Aaron"?

- Who's Aaron?

No, for the baby if it's a boy.

You said you were six weeks pregnant?

Something wrong?

Who are you calling?

Tom, could you come in here?

I'm sure it's nothing to be

alarmed about. Have you had pain...

...or any other

out-of-the-ordinary symptoms?

No, not a single problem.

Not even morning sickness.

Look at this.

Looks like a perfectly formed

5- month-old fetus.

She's at six weeks.

I'm scared.

He said it was healthy.

That's the important thing.

- Did you see Rosemary's Baby?

- Rosemary who?

- No, it's...

- You need to rest. Just sit down.

- Thanks.

- No problem.

Easy. Easy.

- Thanks.

- There you go.

Don't.

Thank you all so much.

- Congratulations.

- Thank you, Hank.

Hey, Anderson!

You're late. It's 11:00.

I'll let it slide, as it's

my first day as vice president.

- You got the promotion?

- And you didn't.

There's always five years from now.

Champagne?

Harold, don't take it so hard.

- Do I smell tears?

- What is your f***ing problem?

You stole my report.

You have sex with a coworker

during office hours.

You got the promotion,

which means you're blowing the boss.

I've met some pathetic humans

in my life, but you take the cake!

Like you're better. I knew it was you

who sent Fisk to the vault.

The Armani belt was yours, you prick!

You wouldn't bang other people's wives

if your old lady wasn't a drunk!

You're crazy!

I don't remember hitting him.

He was talking, and I was feeling

I- don't-know-what...

...because he got the promotion

and he stole my work.

He'll make more money than me,

and we have a baby on the way.

I hit him.

I don't know who I am anymore.

You're being too hard on yourself.

You're just human, that's all.

Sh*t, I'm bleeding.

No, you're not. You're crying.

- I love the way you look at the stars.

- I was just looking.

No, there's something different.

When most people look,

they look all over.

You're always focused, like you

look at the same one every time.

I feel so much better

when I'm with you.

That's the nicest thing

you've ever said to me.

I didn't say it to be nice.

It's just a fact.

That's even nicer, I guess.

I'm sorry about that whole thing

with the remote.

That's okay.

Are you gonna make love to me?

I believe so.

I'm pregnant.

I know.

- I don't know what the problem is.

- You have a problem listening to me.

- Stop being so stubborn.

- I'm not stubborn.

- Why are you here?

- Let's buy this house.

- What?

- Why not?

It's a beautiful house.

It's perfect for the baby.

- You can't be serious.

- I am. I'm dead serious.

We won't need this anymore.

- I don't believe this!

- Let's take a look.

This is going to be so great.

Look, our cactus.

- I couldn't even imagine this!

- I don't either.

Universal domination.

Taking over from the inside

through deception and fraud.

I believe in what

I'm saying 110 percent.

So this person is here to have sex.

Correct.

Did they run out of p*ssy

on his planet?

It sounds insane, but I have

passenger lists of all flights...

...that experienced

the same turbulence.

Harold Anderson was

on all these flights.

Explain that, and you won't hear

any more from me about this subject.

It's too small. Try raising

your hands over your head.

How often do you raise your hands

higher than this?

- It's perfect.

- No, I'll exchange it.

Your turn. I got you a present.

Open it.

All right.

The crib!

This is the one I wanted.

This one's for the baby, but maybe

you can both squeeze into it.

Oh, God.

What's wrong?

I'm being ripped apart!

It's okay. Hang on.

Stop driving so fast.

- I thought you wanted me to hurry.

- I do, but slow down!

God!

- Is this pain normal?

- Yes.

This pain is normal.

That's a good sign.

Shut up, a**hole!

She's fine.

- They're not home.

- The Andersons?

They're at the hospital

having their baby.

I love babies.

Sh*t. Which hospital?

She told me a couple of weeks ago.

- It's a woman's name.

- Think.

St. Agnes!

No, wait. That's my name.

It was St. Agatha's.

Come on.

Give us another push, Susan.

Why are so many people here?

Considering the unusual nature

of your pregnancy...

...I thought we should have

specialists on hand.

- Should that make me feel better?

- BP's dropping.

We'll have to do a C-section.

- God help me.

- Hold it!

I see the head.

Keep pushing, Susan.

Give me some pushes.

Please. Please.

- What's happening?

- One second.

All right, suction here, please.

- Oh, God, I can't hear my baby.

- I can't see anything.

This is the strangest,

most incredible...

Mr. And Mrs. Anderson...

...say hello to your completely

healthy, new baby boy.

Don't tell anyone about

this three-month pregnancy.

Everyone will want one.

You okay?

We had him. We made this.

This is us!

It's a miracle.

I can't wait to see him again.

You were so cute in the delivery room.

I'll always remember your face

when they handed him to you.

I want you to remember that.

What's wrong?

Harold, what is it?

I have to leave.

Leave the hospital?

Yeah.

When will you be back?

I'm not coming back.

What?

I don't want to go. I have to.

You're not coming back?

No. Maybe I should've just left.

This seems worse.

- Can I help you?

- Harold Anderson?

His wife is having a baby.

They're in the maternity wing,

in the delivery room.

You can't go in there, sir!

Sir, you are not allowed in there!

Get out. Get the hell away from me.

I don't believe it. I did it again!

I did it again!

I know you're angry.

You coward! Two minutes with

your child and you're scared shitless.

Get him out! Get him out of here!

Get out!

Get out!

- I need to talk to Harold Anderson.

- Is he in the military?

- Where is he?

- Wife's here. He's gone.

- Can I talk to her?

- Not a good time.

If you find him,

give him a kick in the pants.

Soon as the baby's born,

he leaves his wife.

What kind of person is that?

He's going back.

I know where he is.

Excuse me, chief. Merry Christmas.

I'm looking for a passenger.

Harold Anderson, usual spelling.

We're just about to push away.

So they gave her a C-section.

Dr. Weitzman, we've got a problem.

- What is it?

- It's about the Anderson baby.

The captain has turned off

the "fasten seat belt" sign.

For your safety and the safety

of those around you...

...we suggest you remain seated

with your seat belt fastened.

Thank you and enjoy your flight.

Excuse me. I need to get by.

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