Alice: (picking up a turkey baster) What is this?
Tina: Marcus Allenwood.
(Alice depresses the plunger and sperm shoots out of the baster into Dana's hair, freaking her out.)
Dana: Oh, god! Shit!
Alice: Okay! Okay! Alright! (grabs a towel and helps Dana wipe it off) That is disgusting.
Dana: Oh my god, get it off, get it off!
Alice: Okay! You're not going to get pregnant through your sweater!
Dana: Thanks, I know. Alright, I got it. I'll get it.
Shane: Wait. So, we could be here at the moment of conception.
Bette: You could. Yes.
Shane: Well, then, I'm really sorry. Would you like us to leave?
Bette: (smiling) That would be too late.