The Delivery, Pt. 1
Jim:[Pam approaches as he sits in his car] Hey.
Pam:Hey. I'm not going to get in the car, because I know if I do you'll try to drive me to the hospital.
Jim:Ah, you know me too well.
Pam:Okay, Jim.
Jim:Yeah? ... Oh.
Pam:Everything is fine. You don't have to worry. Try not to think about it. She's not coming out for a while, okay?
Jim:Did you say 'she?'
Pam:I called the doctor like a week ago. I couldn't wait... Oh, God, don't be mad.
Jim:Mad? How could I be mad? We're having a little girl.
Pam:Mm-hmm.
Jim:Wow, we're having a little girl. Oh, man.
Pam:I know.
Jim:Woo, alright. Well, I definitely feel better.
Pam:Good.
Jim:Yeah.
Pam:Okay.
Jim:Alright... Hey, did you change?
Pam:Oh, yeah, my water broke.
Jim:Oh. Oh...