Addison: I am being stalked by pregnant women.
Callie: You're an obstetrician.
Addison: And barren. You know, apparently, as a heathy, successful woman in her thirties I don't deserve to have a baby. Maybe I'd have a fighting chance if I were gay. Or a teenager, or a member of the AARP.
Callie: Well, that sucks... really... (Callie looks nervous)
Addison: No. Oh, no. No, not you too.
Callie: Oh, no, I'm thinking about it. That's all. Oh, it's just that I don't know, with George going to Mercy West next year...
Addison: He is?
Callie: Yeah, they have a spot for him. And we need a fresh start. We need to get away from all this crap. It might be a good time.
Addison: It´s a great time. I won´t let me and my fossilised eggs discourage you.
Callie: We´re gonna be friends still if I get pregnant?
Addison: Absolutely not. (they both laugh)