Sophie: Peter, do you want a family?
Peter: Of course I do. Don't you? I mean, what could possibly be better than a bunch of little Sophies and Peters running around our big back yard, huh? Think about it.
Sophie: Practically all I do is think about it. Thing is, Peter, I can't have children.
Peter: Why can't you?
Sophie: I can't. I'm damaged. You want the medical details? You want kids and I am incapable of giving them to you. Or me.