Cynthia: Tell me the truth, Terry. Are you really happy that we're having a baby?

Terence: Of course, I am happy, darling. Can't you tell?

Terence: (to himself) Hm, I suppose with a baby on the way the Vanderburgs will finally let us live in the mansion.

Cynthia: Terry? What are you thinking about? Tell me.

Terence: I think our baby deserves to live with absolute peace and security.

Cynthia: Oh, you mean we should get less dangerous jobs?

Terence: Our jobs are perfect. I was talking about living in a safer and more-- comfortable place.

Cynthia: Like the Vanderburg mansion for instance?

Terence: Ah, baby, I love it when you read my mind.