Percival: Do you remember how you felt when Mama was carrying me?
Benjamin: How else? My face ached from smiling all the time! Edna's, too.
Percival: Nellie cries a lot.
Benjamin: (pauses) Her condition is delicate. You treat her right, son.
Percival: Because of this baby, her parents and my parents are fighting. How can she be happy? I know that Mrs. Oleson can be......well, she can be difficult, but for Nellie's sake, can't you at least try to get along?
Benjamin: You don't know what you're asking!