Haley Marshall: Okay. I'm pregnant.
Cameron Tucker: Oh, my God! That's exciting!
Mitchell Pritchett: Is it?
Haley Marshall: We think so. But we have not told my parents yet, so *please* don't say anything.
Mitchell Pritchett: Oh, honey, *I* could keep your secret forever, but just so you know, he *can't*.
Cameron Tucker: Yeah, I'm weak.
Mitchell Pritchett: Yeah, you've got maybe three, four days tops.
Haley Marshall: What?
Mitchell Pritchett: Yeah.
[Waitress brings over two glasses of champagne]
Mitchell Pritchett: Okay, well, these were from us, but...
Cameron Tucker: Yeah, she can't have it, she's pregnant.
Mitchell Pritchett: Okay, there you go. See?
Haley Marshall: [Grabs Cam's scarf and pulls him down to her level] Now, you listen to me. My roller-coastering hormones cannot handle another lecture from my mother right now, so you are going to tell me a secret that I will reveal to *everyone* if you ever spill *mine*!
Cameron Tucker: Yeah, but I don't have any secrets.
Mitchell Pritchett: [Whispering behind them] When he dresses as Fizbo, he puts the makeup *everywhere*.
Haley Marshall: [Sweetly] You're the best!
