Melanie Chartoff credited as playing...
Didi Pickles • Minka
- Didi Pickles: [the babies are missing; Didi is distraught at Stu] I can't believe you left them with your father! The man slept through Pearl Harbor, for heaven's sake!
- Lou Pickles: [indignant] I sounded the alarm as soon as I could!
- Minka Kropotkin: [after seeing the "Underwater Conversion Room"] She's havink a BABY, not a gefilte fish!
- Charlotte Pickles: [pats Didi's belly with her phone] How's our little man?
- Didi Pickles: [rubs her belly] I told you, Charlotte, Dr. Lipschitz says it's a girl.
- Betty DeVille: Ha! That windbag thought Phil and Lil were intestinal gas!
- Miriam Pickles: Face it, Dolly. Ridin' high it's a guy!
- Charlotte Pickles: Well, you know what they say: "Born under Venus, look for a--"
- [her phone rings]
- Charlotte Pickles: Hello?
- [walks away]
- Didi Pickles: Now, now, Dr. Lipschitz is the expert. I don't see any of *you* with a PhD in Latin.
- Betty DeVille: Yeah. *Pig* Latin, maybe. Well, let's just hope for Tommy's sake it's a girl. I'd hate to think how much my pups would be squabbling if *they* were both boys.
- Didi Pickles: Ah, ah, ah! Let's not do any gender stereotyping. After all, Stu and Drew are brothers, and *they* get along just fine.
- [cut to the basement]
- Stu Pickles: Pushy!
- Drew Pickles: Lazy!
- Stu Pickles: Bossy!
- Drew Pickles: Inconsiderate!
- Stu Pickles: Nosey!
- Drew Pickles: Good-for-nothin'!
- Stu Pickles: Busybody!
- Stu Pickles, Drew Pickles: Why can't you listen to me?
- Tommy Pickles: [about his chocolate coin] I'm saving it for my new sister.
- Chuckie Finster: Oh, you mean she finally came?
- Tommy Pickles: Not yet but they're giving her this big party, so I'm pretty sure today's the day.
- Lil DeVille: Do you think she got lost-ed on her way to the party?
- Tommy Pickles: Hmm, I don't know, I think we'd better go look for her, come on.
- Chuckie Finster: But Tommy, she could be anywhere's.
- [bumps into Didi's pregnant belly]
- Betty DeVille: Watch it, pups.
- Didi Pickles: Careful.
- Stu Pickles: [walks out of the basement whilst talking on the phone] Deed, just go to the spa and relax. Pop and I are doing fine taking care of the, uh--
- [notices the crate is gone; lowers the phone]
- Stu Pickles: Pop, wh-where's the crate?
- Lou Pickles: [wakes up in his rocking chair and reads the receipt] Oh, I-I guess the delivery folks must've come.
- Stu Pickles: Wow! They loaded her up and everything, huh?
- Didi Pickles: [over the phone] Stu! Let me talk to Tommy.
- Stu Pickles: Sure, I'll let you talk to Tommy. Uh--
- [notices Tommy's not there; holds the phone against his chest]
- Stu Pickles: Pop, uh...
- [looks around frantically]
- Stu Pickles: Where are the kids?
- Lou Pickles: [stands up and shrugs] That's funny. They were here a minute ago, playin' in the, uh...
- [they turn to see the front door wide open]
- Stu Pickles, Lou Pickles: The crate!
- Stu Pickles: [picks up the phone] Ah, honey! I'm gonna have to call you back.
- [hangs up and shoots his father an angry look]
- [Dil keeps crying in four in the morning]
- Stu Pickles: [exhausted] Oh, for the love of Pete. What do you want from us? What? What?
- [Stu lays on the floor with Dil. An American flag is waving on the TV]
- Didi Pickles: [looks in the Lipschitz book] Oh, there must be something in here we missed. Somewhere, somehow, something!
- Stu Pickles: There must be. Let me see here!
- [grabs the book from Didi and looks inside]
- Stu Pickles: "Cats, colic, Creole baby food..." Oh yeah, here it is. "Crying. Although a baby's crying signifies a disruption in the infant-parent matrix, the good-enough parent pacifies the infant during this period of primary narcissism, foregoing their own needs, sublim-, sublimating, sublimating all their own needs too."
- [Stu and Didi begin to fall asleep]
- Stu Pickles: [looks in a closet] Tommy!
- Lou Pickles: [looks under a sofa with a torch] Sprouts?
- Stu Pickles: [opens the basement door] Dil!
- Lou Pickles: [opens a cookie jar] Angelica?
- Stu Pickles: [opens the cupboard under the kitchen sink] Where can they be? We gotta find them!
- Didi Pickles: [walking into the kitchen carrying grocery bags] Find what?
- [Stu gasps, bangs his head on a pipe and stands up with a nervous smile]
- Lou Pickles: Einstein here lost the kids!
- Stu Pickles: *I* lost the kids?
- Lou Pickles: See?
- [Didi gasps and drops the bags; groceries spill all over the floor]
- Lieutenant Klavin: Mrs. Pickles, did your son have any enemies?
- Didi Pickles: No.
- Lieutenant Klavin: Uh-huh. Any underworld or mob connections?
- Didi Pickles: He's a *baby*!