The Delivery, Pt. 1
Jim:[after Pam has another contraction] That's seven minutes. Here we go. This is happening. Come on.
Pam:Hold on, hold on. It isn't midnight yet.
Jim:Are you serious? Pam.
Pam:No, the doctor said every five to seven minutes.
Jim:I... Pam, please.
Pam:I'm going to be okay, we should really try to make it until midnight.
Andy:Yeah, no, you really should. Because if your baby's born tomorrow, he's going to have the same birthday as Butt-mud Brooks. My old roommate.
Pam:Did you hear that? Butt-mud Brooks.
Jim:Okay, but we are leaving at five minutes apart.
Pam:Five minutes apart.