(Gina, Michael and Joey are sitting in a bar.)
Michael: I don't understand. So, if you're having a kid with Jimmy, why are you avoiding him?
Gina: Well, I haven't figured out how to tell him yet. I wanna do it right; I don't want to freak him out.
Jimmy: Hey, guys, how you doing.
Waitress: (To Gina) Your ginger ale.
Jimmy: (Slams his hands into the table) OH MY GOD, YOU'RE PREGNANT! Are you serious? Oh my god, I can't take this, my life is over! (Walks out.)