Terence: And, Cynthia? What is that great news you wanted to give me? 

Cynthia: (to herself) I hope he takes doesn't freak out.

Cynthia: Well, honey, I think I am... 

... Pregnant!

Terence: A--Are you serious?

Cynthia: Of course I'm serious, Terry, I'd never joke about something like that.

Terence: You wouldn't, right?