(Kylie is crying)
Davis: Carlos. Get up, get up, get up. Get up!
Carlos (waking up): Kylie?
Davis: No, some other baby got in here. How can you possibly sleep through that?
Carlos: Okay, okay. You need your formula, huh?
Davis: I'm gonna tell you what she needs. She needs her own apartment, man.
Carlos: Relax, man. I got it covered.
Davis: You've been to the adoption agency?
Carlos: Yeah, man. Been there, registered. Ready to go.
Davis: Are you lying?
Carlos: Hey, this is no dream for me either, you know?
Davis: It's nothing personal, you know. Did they tell you how long it's gonna take?
Carlos: Oh, not long at all. You know, a few weeks, a month.
Davis: A month? No, no. You can't do it. You're going back to work today and I'm not babysittin'.
Carlos: I'm not asking you to. I got a nanny coming, alright? You don't have to lift a finger.
Davis: It's not that I wouldn't, alright? I mean, she's real cute and everything, it's just that I'm still healin' up here.
Carlos: I got it, I got it.
Davis: Alright, I'm goin' back to bed. You keep your trap shut there, little lady.
Carlos (to Kylie in a baby voice): That's a mean old Uncle Ty. He got shot in his Mr. Wiggles.