"Well, there you have it. Would you like to know the sex?"
"Yes!"
"No!"
"Please, Juno, please!"
"No, there will be no sex!"
"Planning to be surprised when you deliver?"
"Well, no, but I want Mark and Vanessa to be surprised and if you tell me I'll just, like, ruin everything."
"Are Mark and Vanessa your friends at school?"
"No, no, no. They're the adoptive parents."
"Oh, well thank goodness for that!"
"..What's that supposed to mean?"
"I just see a lot of teenage mothers come through here and it's obviously a poisonous environment to raise a baby in."
"How do you know I'm so poisonous? What if these adoptive parents turn out to be, like, evil molesters?"
"Or, like, stage parents."
"They could be utterly negligent. Maybe they'll do a far shittier job of raising a kid than my dumbass step-daughter would. Have you considered that?"
"I guess not."
"What is your job title exactly?"
"I'm an ultrasound technician, ma'am."
"Well, I'm a nail technician and I think we both ought to just stick to what we know."
"Excuse me?"
"Oh, you think you're so special because you get to play Picture Pages up there? Well, my five year old daughter could do that and let me tell you, she's not the brightest bulb in the tanning bed. So why don't you go back to night school in Mantino and learn a real trade."
"Bren! You's a dick! I love it!"