Connor: Abby. That is a baby. Why is there a baby? Abby: That’s our baby, Connor. Remember? Nikki? Connor, freaking out: Abby we are the least responsible people, who let us have a baby? I’m going to panic and drop this kid in the ocean. Abby: Connor, we live in London. We’re nowhere near the ocean. Connor, freaking out more: I’ll panic and drop her under a bus!

















