The Quartermaines (cont.):

Monica: "I'm seriously considering taking an antacid."
Alan: "You nervous about seeing Dr. Townsend this morning?"
Monica: "Oh, no, I consider taking one every morning about this time. Another family breakfast."

Alan: "Last night you said you wanted a baby."
Monica: "Well, last night I was too tired to argue."
Alan: "Well, look, after we get back your test results, we'll know then when and if we can start your fertility treatments."
Monica: "I don't know if I'm going to go through with this, Alan. I don't even know what the treatments are."

Edward: "Monica, you're too old to think about having children, let alone actually doing it. I told Alan that the idea was completely ridiculous. If you can't make a baby the old-fashioned way, just don't make one at all."
Monica: "How dare you spout off on something that's none of your business."
Alan: "I couldn't agree more."
Monica: "And you--is there anyone you haven't told?"

Lila: "I do hope you like Dr. Townsend, dear."
Monica: "Did you take an ad out in the paper?"

Monica: "You didn't tell Emily, did you?"
Alan: "No, I wouldn't do that without you. I thought we'd wait until dinner, after we hear everything from Dr. Townsend."

Edward: "Monica's right. She doesn't have to do anything."
Monica: "And I wouldn't, Edward, but that would mean agreeing with you."

Alan: "Will you call me?"
Monica: "Why, so you can publish the test results?"
Edward: "Are you sure that she has the temperament to be a mother?"

Dr. Townsend: "You know, I wasn't too sure I should accept the appointment since your husband made it without you."
Monica: "Oh, well, no problem. Actually, I'm glad he did. I'm sure I'm going to be in very good hands."

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