Cynthia and Terence have put on their outerwear and are heading for the hospital. She's taking it easy. He, on the other hand, is very anxious.

Terry: Are you sure you can walk? Don't you want me to carry you to the car?

Cynthia: I can walk perfectly, thank you.

Cynthia: And there's no reason to run, the hospital is close, we'll get there just in time.

Terry: I'm not so sure of that.

Cynthia: Of course you aren't, 'cause it isn't you who is in labor.

Terry: Yeah, thank God!