What is that?

  
Baby.

  
That's right, that's a baby.

  
This lady is about to have a baby?
Any day now.

  
Or in 3 months. Thank you.

  
Beckett. Hey, tell the nice lady
what you know about babies.
No. Go on, tell the
nice people what...
Beckett, you're being rude.

  
Babies like to breathe,
and they're good at hiding it.
I put a pillow over a baby.
I thought she wasn't
breathing, but she was.
She was sneaky,
but I'll try again.

I hope you guys move here.

  
We're having a hell of a time breaking
into the social world here.

  
Really?

  
It seems very cliquish.

  
I don't know what it is.
We didn't get into the good golf club.

  
There's no water left, anyway.
The drought's coming.
Like the biblical flood, but in reverse.
The golf course will be the first to go.
Then the fountains.
All the water fountains.
The restaurants.
Basic services.
Large mammals.
Then regular-size mammals.
Reptiles. Birds.
Then people.

  
You done?

  

(IN HUSKY VOICE) This next
long-distance dedication...
No.

  
...goes out to a really special girl.
The letter reads, 
"Dear Casey, my name is Burt, and my
girlfriend's pregnant and frustrated.
"Could you play a song that will make her smile?
Thanks. Signed, Burt Farlander."

  
Your pregnant girlfriend's
gonna kill you.