"Congratulations, Mrs. Numan. Your baby is a healthy six pounds, three ounces."
"When can I see my baby, doctor? Please bring me my baby! I must see my baby!"
"Any moment now, Mrs. Numan. Nurse Silver is on her way down with the child."
"Oh, how wonderful...Gerald, did you hear that? The nurse is bringing our baby down...but you still haven't
told me, Dr. Morris! Is our angel a darling little boy? Or a beautiful baby girl?"
"Well, uh...it's interesting that you should...that question's actually not as easy to-"
"What? What is it? What aren't you telling me? What's wrong? Gerald!"
"Now, honey-"
"It's nothing to worry about, Mrs. Numan, it's just-"
"What is it, Gerald? Oh my God! Please tell me now! For God's sake,
what's wrong with our baby?"
"You don't understand dear, it's nothing to worry-"
"Nothing's wrong with your baby at all, Mrs. Numan! It's just that you have given birth to the Lurpa."
"W-w-w-what? NO! Is it true, Gerald? Not the Lerpa? We would never - that loathsome - how could--oh, my god - "
"Wait dear,
please listen. What Dr. Morris is trying-"
"Mrs. Numan.
Not the
Lerpa, Mrs. Numan. The
Lurpa."
"But I - what is the-"
"It's similar to the
Lerpa depicted in Pony's drawing, Mrs. Numan. Only bigger and better."
"Oh...! Well...! Well, that's
different! I wish you'd - why, that's
wonderful! Did you hear that, Gerald?"
"Yes, dear. A big, bouncing, baby the Lurpa. Like the Lerpa but bigger and better. They said it jumps higher, too!"
"And here it is now, Mrs. Numan!"
"Ooooooh!!! I love it so much!! Look at its spindly little arms, Gerald!"
"Yes, how about that, dear!"
"It smiled!"
"Congratulations, Mrs. Numan!"
"It moved its foot an infinitesimal amount!" Gerald, did you see?
"It sure did, hon. It sure did!"
"Etc!"