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Well, actually, he's my driver's driver,
I'm Bill McNeal, a radio personality.
let's face it, i'm not getting any younger. if this were logan's run, i'd be soylent green by now.
Strangest thing.
Dave, I'd like you to be there to witness the miracle.
I guess that greased the wheels a little.
Well, from the looks of this,
It says so in the duchess manual. Yeah, that's right.
- Oh, I know, Bill, but-- - I mean, I've called endless sex lines.
By the by, where do you winter? Oh!
Don't worry. He's not going anywhere. I've got his car keys.
but at least I didn't waste it watching reruns of Ed the Horse.
[ Chuckling ] Yeah, sure we do.
I can't believe you're encouraging him.
Oh, well, I love you too.
- That's my driver. - Your driver?
You said you thought he'd be a great dad.
Well, then, no. Thank you.
[ Crowd Exclaiming ]
It's not like that.
And maybe you'd feel better if you crawled into someone's lap...
Oh, my God, monkey bars! [ Baby Crying ]
Here, see? Here's your "duchesshood" title certificate right here.
- So, we're all set. - We are? Oh, I'm so relieved.
Anyways, who needs a little baby running around the place,
and so I just threw out the whole damn yacht entirely. [ Laughs ]
Actually, I think Bill just might make a terrific father.
Well, do I hear 15,100?
I'm adopting a baby.
Look, being loved isn't enough for me anymore.