CHARLIE: Matteusz...

MATTEUSZ: Please, no more promises. I won't make any either. Except one. I promise to love you today. Tomorrow I'll make this promise again.

CHARLIE: I'll make that promise too.

MATTEUSZ: I would quite like to kiss you now.

(Miss Quill points at her pregnant stomach)

MISS QUILL: What the hell is this?

CHARLIE: Is this the er.. is this the part where your offspring eats you?

MISS QUILL: What the? Oh crap, that is part of it isn't it.