Will & Grace (1998–…): Season 11, Episode 4 - The Chick and the Egg Donor - full transcript
Will and Grace fight over whose process of having a baby is more difficult; Jack helps Karen prove that she'll be a competent owner of her new baseball team, but Karen realizes that an old acquaintance may be the help she really needs.
McCoy said I should go ahead
and look at egg donors.
It's weird doing it online.
Okay, ultrasound's at 9:00.
Upper East Side, that's half hour.
I'll get up at 7:30.
Ugh. I should wash my hair, though.
6:30.
That ain't the end they'll be looking at.
7:15.
Oh, God. Should I get a wax?
Why should I start now?
One of these women is gonna
provide half of my child's DNA,
and it's nothing but bios and selfies.
It's like Tinder, only you want to get
knocked up on the first date.
Ooh, the doctor's next to that deli
where they think my name is Grape.
What do I even look for in a donor?
Whitefish salad.
Can I even eat that?
Pregnant women, smoked fish.
Please, please, please. Oh, come on.
Here's a good one.
Went to Yale, plays the lute,
studies medieval folklore.
So smart, musical,
and secure enough to be
alone on a Saturday night.
I can work with that.
I can't be the oldest woman in history
who's ever done this, right?
Oh, and she's tall. McCoy will like that.
Okay, move to cart.
Wow.
I'm shopping for people.
Now I get why Karen likes it so much.
Ha! A woman in India had a baby at 72,
and there's a video.
Oh, my God.
This is like the worst episode
of "The Golden Girls."
And done. Got my X chromosome plus tax.
Take that, Mother Nature.
Sorry, I was a little distracted.
- Me, too.
- What were you saying?
It's noth... you go.
No, you go.
It's late. Good night.
Jackie, get in here.
Now, now, now, batting, batting, batting,
me, me, me.
Kare, check out my uniform
from Little League.
And by Little League, you mean...
A gay costume party I went to
dressed as a closeted baseball player.
A round brick?
I think it's a baseball, Karen.
And it has words on it.
It's from my ex-brother-in-law,
Danley Walker.
Sorry about the window,
but the number you gave me
was actually a hotline for men
who are into diaper play.
Very funny, but the joke's on you.
You're going to be the worst owner
of the Blattsville Millstones in his...
Tory.
Two of two.
That bastard.
He stuck me with this loser team,
but he's right.
I am gonna be embarrassed.
There's so much
I don't know about baseball,
like is third base boobs, or oral?
It depends.
Are we talking gay or straight bases?
Because we're dealing
with different equipment.
That's right.
You guys have two bats,
four balls, no boobs.
So our bases are smoochos,
handos, blowjos, and backdos.
Fascinating. And that's why you're my
Director of Baseball Operations.
But we gotta focus on ideas.
Oh, honey, if I fail at this,
Danley's never gonna get off my back
till he's on my front.
Okay, let me think. Let me just think.
Let me think.
Oh, I got it.
Two words.
Rhinestones.
One word.
I'm listening.
- Delivery.
- Come in.
I ordered some brain food
to help us think.
Ooh, I was wondering if we
were ever gonna take a break.
Oh, my God. I know you.
You ruined my life.
Honey, you're gonna have to be
a lot more specific than that.
Wait, if you're Lori Loughlin's kid,
I told her no one would buy you
as a varsity rower.
You ordered a MAGA cake from my bakery.
It sent my life into a death spiral.
But now, I push muffins door
to door in office buildings.
Hakuna matata!
Wait, I remember you.
Grace and Karen turned your bakery
into a hub for neo-Nazis.
Hey, how's that going?
Well, it's closed now
because it's been officially
designated a hate space,
so now I bake in my studio apartment.
I mix the batter in the tub.
Jackie, what if we change
the name of the team?
Instead of the Millstones,
we find a name America will love,
like the Racist Jokes.
Are you talking about
the Blattsville Millstones?
What if it was something
to do with the Met Gala?
Like maybe the...
Mets.
How has no one thought of that?
Oh, and you can move the team
from Blattsville into the city.
You can't do that. I'm from Blattsville.
I've loved the Millstones my whole life.
How does that relate
to anything we're doing here?
Every Friday night,
my dad and I would sit
behind the visitor's dugout
and razz the other team.
Nice catch, beard face!
They're my fondest memories...
until the day
he was killed by a foul ball.
I'll never forget his last words.
"I got it."
Honey, what I'm getting
from this story is...
your dad couldn't catch.
But right now, we're trying to find
a way to help the team win.
Well, if it were up to me,
I'd have a shift against lefties,
trade Gonzalez, and get a backstop
who can control the running game.
But even when they lose,
I bleed brown and rust.
Almost stranger,
I wish your mouth were like your bakery:
Closed.
I'm heading to the doctor.
Tell me I have nothing to worry about.
Grace, you have nothing to worry about...
How could you say that?
I'm 3,000 years old.
My baby is in there
coughing on dust bunnies.
I keep picturing cobwebs
and creaky door sounds.
So now I'm not just old,
I'm haunted.
I was... no... I was just...
Think maybe you're spinning out
of control just a little bit?
Absolutely not.
Where'd I put my purse?
Where'd I put my keys?
Sweetie, sweetie, sweetie, sweetie.
Purse.
Keys.
Look, the hard part's kind of done.
You're already pregnant.
Me, on the other hand,
I still gotta find an egg donor,
and a surrogate to carry the baby.
Online shopping. Your favorite thing.
Use your credit card.
You can get the egg and miles.
You think this is easy?
I gotta get McCoy's sperm
from halfway across the globe
so somebody in a lab can mix it with mine
into what is fast turning into
the world's most expensive Jamba Juice.
Not exactly as beautiful as your process.
Oh, yeah, mine's a freaking fairy tale.
"Beauty and the Three
Beasts She Slept With."
And now, I'm cursed to wear
elastic-waist jeans the rest of my life.
Please. I've seen you
wear sweatpants to a funeral.
You're acting
as if you're the first woman
in history to be pregnant.
I am so sorry
that you and your loving fiancé
are having such a hard time
picking out your designer kid.
"Designer kid"? Wow, that was rude.
Grace, this is my life,
and it's serious and stressful.
For me, too.
Have you even been listening?
Yeah, I have, and it sounds like
you're lashing out at me 'cause
I'm the one with the boyfriend.
This has nothing to do
with me being single.
I am terrified,
and my best friend keeps dismissing me
while I'm going through scariest thing
I've ever been through in my entire life.
Oh. Damn it.
Oh.
Hope I'm not interrupting anything.
Danley Walker.
You're a sight for cold sores.
You look as lovely as ever,
like Helen of Troy,
but with a rack that launched
a thousand motorboats.
Your Trojan horse
will never pass my gates.
What if I told you you didn't have to do
this interview?
I'll take this crappy team
off your hands.
All you have to do
is go on one date with me.
Hm.
I mean, you have to put out.
I'm not doing this
to split some Korean barbecue.
As if I would ever eat.
I don't need your help, Danley.
Because I've got big ideas
for this baseball team,
ideas that are gonna
turn the Batman Wheat Thins
into the winningest team
this side of the who cares.
Sounds like you made your bed.
Last chance to let me lie in it.
As if I would ever...
make a bed.
Mr. Walker, are we ready?
Hi, Mrs. Walker.
I'm Lucy Newman from "The Times."
Hello, Newman.
I'm not gonna pull
any punches with this piece.
You've got a team in disarray.
Do you have any plan
to turn this team around?
Oh, I do.
I have a three-part plan.
Very happy about part one.
All of my players
are going to be bejeweled
from head to toe.
Even their jock straps.
Of course, we won't see them,
but I've always felt
that a little something pretty
underneath gives you confidence.
How will the players move?
Honey, that's what the steroids are for.
This keeps getting better and better.
It's like the political
legacy of Paul Ryan.
Hi, sorry.
I'm just here
to pick up my catering cart.
Oh, just ignore me.
Honey, that's something you
never need to say to anyone.
Ms. Walker, is there anything
to keep me from writing that
you're just another rich owner
who's gonna run this team
into the ground?
Oh, oh, she's got nothing.
And tomorrow morning,
when Stanley and I read the story...
Stanley's in on this?
I haven't seen Stanley this happy
since he learned
you could deep-fry a whole cow.
I am not going to give
my ex-husband the satisfaction.
I've got other ideas.
Better ideas.
What are they?
Hey.
Oh, sorry. I need to...
Can't you see I'm in the middle
of stalling for time?
Why is she looking at me like that?
She said something smart about baseball.
I feel like she's going to hit me.
She has a face you want to hit.
Why didn't she listen
to me about the Millstones?
If they just shift against lefties,
trade Gonzalez...
Now I remember.
Take it away, mouth.
We're gonna shift against lefties,
trade Gonzalez,
and get a backstop that can
control the running game.
When we do that,
the Millstones are gonna
get all the way to the top.
That actually sounds good.
You were wrong.
She's not the worst owner in sports.
That was so hot.
And specific.
Where did that even come from?
It came from me,
because I am better at this
than you or any other man.
Because I'm a blah-blah woman
in a something-something world.
And I will not be whatever it is.
Hi, hi, hi, hi, hi, hi.
Ms. Adler.
Dr. Saperstein.
- Hi.
- Hi.
So before we do the ultrasound,
is there anybody else
we should be waiting for?
Nope. Nobody.
No fathers, no best friends,
no gay roommates, just me.
Okay, that's a lot to unpack.
Look, it's perfectly normal
to be stressed.
And that's why I'm here to answer
any questions or concerns,
and to make you feel calm and relaxed.
Thank you. That is exactly what...
Oh.
I'm so sorry. My husband's in the lobby.
I just need to step out for one second.
Sure.
It's nice that he visits you at work.
You son of a bitch!
How dare you come to my place
of work after what you did?
No, no, you don't get to talk. I talk.
Now I have to go in and comfort
a shockingly old patient right now.
Hi, hi, hi, hi, hi.
Okay, let's get started.
Are you okay?
Oh, I'm fine.
But you know what? This is about you.
And sometimes when I feel
particularly stressed,
I like to focus on my breath.
Let's do it together, okay?
Let's take a deep breath.
And...
Oh, my God.
I'll be right back. I'm so sorry.
- Can I exhale?
- Yeah, whatever.
Up yours, Albert.
You do not get to text me anymore.
You want to send a text,
you send it to your whore.
Breathe out.
Hi, hi, hi, hi, hi.
So sorry.
Okay, I think I should go.
Sit!
Sorry, sorry, sorry, sorry, sorry.
Why don't you lay back?
Um...
you know, I don't know if this
is the right time,
but I really just need someone
to tell me... promise me,
that everything is okay,
because, you know,
being pregnant at my age
and all those really scary statistics,
I'm just... I'm kind of freaking out.
Dr. Saperstein?
All right, all right, come here.
Okay.
I'm having a feeling, poodle.
It's more than just the satisfaction
of proving Danley wrong.
It's a tingly thing,
like a spark inside of me.
Could it be a sense of purpose?
Is this what lady scientists feel?
Sorry, me again.
No, that's not how I practiced it.
Come in confident.
Don't yell at me. I'm trying.
Ding!
Sorry, me again.
Here's the thing.
I know baseball, I love the Millstones,
and I gave you the ideas
that helped you save the team,
so you should do the right thing
and hire me.
I haven't done
the right thing my whole life,
and I'm not about to start now.
Karen.
Can I see you in my office, please?
Oh.
Look, you're a proud, confident lady
with great legs and a bold, red lip.
And...
so am I.
But I think we both know
what we need to do here.
We do? I mean...
I know. Do you?
Why don't you tell me,
and then I'll tell you
whether you got it right or not?
We don't know anything about baseball...
Baseball, nothing.
I know you're a catcher.
She's followed the Millstones
her whole life...
Millstones, dead dad. Funny.
And if you really
want to stick it to Danley...
Stick it, Danley.
Kind of cute in the right lighting.
We need to hire her.
Thank you for waiting.
She'll see you now.
So you're suggesting
that I give you a job,
or an unpaid internship,
where you come up
with great baseball ideas
that I take credit for.
- That's not exactly...
- Don't negotiate past "yes."
Will.
Hey.
I did bring you flowers,
but I had to give them
to the woman next door
when I walked in on her.
I was guessing which room you were in.
I guessed wrong.
Well, every woman loves flowers.
Yeah.
I don't think she's gonna like the card
about dust bunnies in her uterus.
That's funny.
You came.
Couldn't let my best friend go through
one of the scariest days
of her life by herself.
I'm sorry for what I said.
You're going through something, too.
I know that.
No, I'm sorry.
It's my job to know what you need,
and I dropped the ball.
I mean, the second those Beasts
knocked up Beauty,
I should've been there.
You're my knight in shining
pink Under Armour.
I just can't shake the feeling
that any appointment
could be the one when they
tell me that it's all over.
Okay, sweetie.
It's gonna be okay.
But I totally understand.
Getting your hopes up
and then finding out
it's not gonna happen.
That'd break anyone's heart.
Will, what happened?
No, this is about you.
Will, tell me.
Well, apparently looking at egg donors
suddenly made all this
baby stuff serious for McCoy,
and he realized he...
doesn't want kids.
Oh, sweetie.
Yeah.
It's gonna be weird tomorrow
when I have to sign for his sperm.
But this is something that you've wanted.
You've talked about having kids
your entire life.
I know, I know.
Now I have to choose
between being with McCoy,
and being a dad, and I...
I don't know what I want.
Hi, hi, hi, hi, hi, hi.
I'm Dr. Saperstein.
Somebody found a father.
This is my friend Will.
Oh, good, 'cause apparently
there's a peeping Tom
going from room to room.
Anyway, let's take a look at the baby.
Okay.
I'm right here.
Okay, just have to find the little guy.
He's hiding.
I can only assume it's a boy
'cause they're always hiding something.
Here we go.
Is that...
That's the heartbeat. It sounds healthy.
- Oh, my God.
- Wow.
Congratulations, Grace. It sounds great.
I'm gonna take some measurements.
This is...
I can't...
Will, I'm gonna be a mother.
I know.
And now I know what I want.
I want to be a dad.
And I'm gonna do it on my own,
just like my best girl.
I am right here.
and look at egg donors.
It's weird doing it online.
Okay, ultrasound's at 9:00.
Upper East Side, that's half hour.
I'll get up at 7:30.
Ugh. I should wash my hair, though.
6:30.
That ain't the end they'll be looking at.
7:15.
Oh, God. Should I get a wax?
Why should I start now?
One of these women is gonna
provide half of my child's DNA,
and it's nothing but bios and selfies.
It's like Tinder, only you want to get
knocked up on the first date.
Ooh, the doctor's next to that deli
where they think my name is Grape.
What do I even look for in a donor?
Whitefish salad.
Can I even eat that?
Pregnant women, smoked fish.
Please, please, please. Oh, come on.
Here's a good one.
Went to Yale, plays the lute,
studies medieval folklore.
So smart, musical,
and secure enough to be
alone on a Saturday night.
I can work with that.
I can't be the oldest woman in history
who's ever done this, right?
Oh, and she's tall. McCoy will like that.
Okay, move to cart.
Wow.
I'm shopping for people.
Now I get why Karen likes it so much.
Ha! A woman in India had a baby at 72,
and there's a video.
Oh, my God.
This is like the worst episode
of "The Golden Girls."
And done. Got my X chromosome plus tax.
Take that, Mother Nature.
Sorry, I was a little distracted.
- Me, too.
- What were you saying?
It's noth... you go.
No, you go.
It's late. Good night.
Jackie, get in here.
Now, now, now, batting, batting, batting,
me, me, me.
Kare, check out my uniform
from Little League.
And by Little League, you mean...
A gay costume party I went to
dressed as a closeted baseball player.
A round brick?
I think it's a baseball, Karen.
And it has words on it.
It's from my ex-brother-in-law,
Danley Walker.
Sorry about the window,
but the number you gave me
was actually a hotline for men
who are into diaper play.
Very funny, but the joke's on you.
You're going to be the worst owner
of the Blattsville Millstones in his...
Tory.
Two of two.
That bastard.
He stuck me with this loser team,
but he's right.
I am gonna be embarrassed.
There's so much
I don't know about baseball,
like is third base boobs, or oral?
It depends.
Are we talking gay or straight bases?
Because we're dealing
with different equipment.
That's right.
You guys have two bats,
four balls, no boobs.
So our bases are smoochos,
handos, blowjos, and backdos.
Fascinating. And that's why you're my
Director of Baseball Operations.
But we gotta focus on ideas.
Oh, honey, if I fail at this,
Danley's never gonna get off my back
till he's on my front.
Okay, let me think. Let me just think.
Let me think.
Oh, I got it.
Two words.
Rhinestones.
One word.
I'm listening.
- Delivery.
- Come in.
I ordered some brain food
to help us think.
Ooh, I was wondering if we
were ever gonna take a break.
Oh, my God. I know you.
You ruined my life.
Honey, you're gonna have to be
a lot more specific than that.
Wait, if you're Lori Loughlin's kid,
I told her no one would buy you
as a varsity rower.
You ordered a MAGA cake from my bakery.
It sent my life into a death spiral.
But now, I push muffins door
to door in office buildings.
Hakuna matata!
Wait, I remember you.
Grace and Karen turned your bakery
into a hub for neo-Nazis.
Hey, how's that going?
Well, it's closed now
because it's been officially
designated a hate space,
so now I bake in my studio apartment.
I mix the batter in the tub.
Jackie, what if we change
the name of the team?
Instead of the Millstones,
we find a name America will love,
like the Racist Jokes.
Are you talking about
the Blattsville Millstones?
What if it was something
to do with the Met Gala?
Like maybe the...
Mets.
How has no one thought of that?
Oh, and you can move the team
from Blattsville into the city.
You can't do that. I'm from Blattsville.
I've loved the Millstones my whole life.
How does that relate
to anything we're doing here?
Every Friday night,
my dad and I would sit
behind the visitor's dugout
and razz the other team.
Nice catch, beard face!
They're my fondest memories...
until the day
he was killed by a foul ball.
I'll never forget his last words.
"I got it."
Honey, what I'm getting
from this story is...
your dad couldn't catch.
But right now, we're trying to find
a way to help the team win.
Well, if it were up to me,
I'd have a shift against lefties,
trade Gonzalez, and get a backstop
who can control the running game.
But even when they lose,
I bleed brown and rust.
Almost stranger,
I wish your mouth were like your bakery:
Closed.
I'm heading to the doctor.
Tell me I have nothing to worry about.
Grace, you have nothing to worry about...
How could you say that?
I'm 3,000 years old.
My baby is in there
coughing on dust bunnies.
I keep picturing cobwebs
and creaky door sounds.
So now I'm not just old,
I'm haunted.
I was... no... I was just...
Think maybe you're spinning out
of control just a little bit?
Absolutely not.
Where'd I put my purse?
Where'd I put my keys?
Sweetie, sweetie, sweetie, sweetie.
Purse.
Keys.
Look, the hard part's kind of done.
You're already pregnant.
Me, on the other hand,
I still gotta find an egg donor,
and a surrogate to carry the baby.
Online shopping. Your favorite thing.
Use your credit card.
You can get the egg and miles.
You think this is easy?
I gotta get McCoy's sperm
from halfway across the globe
so somebody in a lab can mix it with mine
into what is fast turning into
the world's most expensive Jamba Juice.
Not exactly as beautiful as your process.
Oh, yeah, mine's a freaking fairy tale.
"Beauty and the Three
Beasts She Slept With."
And now, I'm cursed to wear
elastic-waist jeans the rest of my life.
Please. I've seen you
wear sweatpants to a funeral.
You're acting
as if you're the first woman
in history to be pregnant.
I am so sorry
that you and your loving fiancé
are having such a hard time
picking out your designer kid.
"Designer kid"? Wow, that was rude.
Grace, this is my life,
and it's serious and stressful.
For me, too.
Have you even been listening?
Yeah, I have, and it sounds like
you're lashing out at me 'cause
I'm the one with the boyfriend.
This has nothing to do
with me being single.
I am terrified,
and my best friend keeps dismissing me
while I'm going through scariest thing
I've ever been through in my entire life.
Oh. Damn it.
Oh.
Hope I'm not interrupting anything.
Danley Walker.
You're a sight for cold sores.
You look as lovely as ever,
like Helen of Troy,
but with a rack that launched
a thousand motorboats.
Your Trojan horse
will never pass my gates.
What if I told you you didn't have to do
this interview?
I'll take this crappy team
off your hands.
All you have to do
is go on one date with me.
Hm.
I mean, you have to put out.
I'm not doing this
to split some Korean barbecue.
As if I would ever eat.
I don't need your help, Danley.
Because I've got big ideas
for this baseball team,
ideas that are gonna
turn the Batman Wheat Thins
into the winningest team
this side of the who cares.
Sounds like you made your bed.
Last chance to let me lie in it.
As if I would ever...
make a bed.
Mr. Walker, are we ready?
Hi, Mrs. Walker.
I'm Lucy Newman from "The Times."
Hello, Newman.
I'm not gonna pull
any punches with this piece.
You've got a team in disarray.
Do you have any plan
to turn this team around?
Oh, I do.
I have a three-part plan.
Very happy about part one.
All of my players
are going to be bejeweled
from head to toe.
Even their jock straps.
Of course, we won't see them,
but I've always felt
that a little something pretty
underneath gives you confidence.
How will the players move?
Honey, that's what the steroids are for.
This keeps getting better and better.
It's like the political
legacy of Paul Ryan.
Hi, sorry.
I'm just here
to pick up my catering cart.
Oh, just ignore me.
Honey, that's something you
never need to say to anyone.
Ms. Walker, is there anything
to keep me from writing that
you're just another rich owner
who's gonna run this team
into the ground?
Oh, oh, she's got nothing.
And tomorrow morning,
when Stanley and I read the story...
Stanley's in on this?
I haven't seen Stanley this happy
since he learned
you could deep-fry a whole cow.
I am not going to give
my ex-husband the satisfaction.
I've got other ideas.
Better ideas.
What are they?
Hey.
Oh, sorry. I need to...
Can't you see I'm in the middle
of stalling for time?
Why is she looking at me like that?
She said something smart about baseball.
I feel like she's going to hit me.
She has a face you want to hit.
Why didn't she listen
to me about the Millstones?
If they just shift against lefties,
trade Gonzalez...
Now I remember.
Take it away, mouth.
We're gonna shift against lefties,
trade Gonzalez,
and get a backstop that can
control the running game.
When we do that,
the Millstones are gonna
get all the way to the top.
That actually sounds good.
You were wrong.
She's not the worst owner in sports.
That was so hot.
And specific.
Where did that even come from?
It came from me,
because I am better at this
than you or any other man.
Because I'm a blah-blah woman
in a something-something world.
And I will not be whatever it is.
Hi, hi, hi, hi, hi, hi.
Ms. Adler.
Dr. Saperstein.
- Hi.
- Hi.
So before we do the ultrasound,
is there anybody else
we should be waiting for?
Nope. Nobody.
No fathers, no best friends,
no gay roommates, just me.
Okay, that's a lot to unpack.
Look, it's perfectly normal
to be stressed.
And that's why I'm here to answer
any questions or concerns,
and to make you feel calm and relaxed.
Thank you. That is exactly what...
Oh.
I'm so sorry. My husband's in the lobby.
I just need to step out for one second.
Sure.
It's nice that he visits you at work.
You son of a bitch!
How dare you come to my place
of work after what you did?
No, no, you don't get to talk. I talk.
Now I have to go in and comfort
a shockingly old patient right now.
Hi, hi, hi, hi, hi.
Okay, let's get started.
Are you okay?
Oh, I'm fine.
But you know what? This is about you.
And sometimes when I feel
particularly stressed,
I like to focus on my breath.
Let's do it together, okay?
Let's take a deep breath.
And...
Oh, my God.
I'll be right back. I'm so sorry.
- Can I exhale?
- Yeah, whatever.
Up yours, Albert.
You do not get to text me anymore.
You want to send a text,
you send it to your whore.
Breathe out.
Hi, hi, hi, hi, hi.
So sorry.
Okay, I think I should go.
Sit!
Sorry, sorry, sorry, sorry, sorry.
Why don't you lay back?
Um...
you know, I don't know if this
is the right time,
but I really just need someone
to tell me... promise me,
that everything is okay,
because, you know,
being pregnant at my age
and all those really scary statistics,
I'm just... I'm kind of freaking out.
Dr. Saperstein?
All right, all right, come here.
Okay.
I'm having a feeling, poodle.
It's more than just the satisfaction
of proving Danley wrong.
It's a tingly thing,
like a spark inside of me.
Could it be a sense of purpose?
Is this what lady scientists feel?
Sorry, me again.
No, that's not how I practiced it.
Come in confident.
Don't yell at me. I'm trying.
Ding!
Sorry, me again.
Here's the thing.
I know baseball, I love the Millstones,
and I gave you the ideas
that helped you save the team,
so you should do the right thing
and hire me.
I haven't done
the right thing my whole life,
and I'm not about to start now.
Karen.
Can I see you in my office, please?
Oh.
Look, you're a proud, confident lady
with great legs and a bold, red lip.
And...
so am I.
But I think we both know
what we need to do here.
We do? I mean...
I know. Do you?
Why don't you tell me,
and then I'll tell you
whether you got it right or not?
We don't know anything about baseball...
Baseball, nothing.
I know you're a catcher.
She's followed the Millstones
her whole life...
Millstones, dead dad. Funny.
And if you really
want to stick it to Danley...
Stick it, Danley.
Kind of cute in the right lighting.
We need to hire her.
Thank you for waiting.
She'll see you now.
So you're suggesting
that I give you a job,
or an unpaid internship,
where you come up
with great baseball ideas
that I take credit for.
- That's not exactly...
- Don't negotiate past "yes."
Will.
Hey.
I did bring you flowers,
but I had to give them
to the woman next door
when I walked in on her.
I was guessing which room you were in.
I guessed wrong.
Well, every woman loves flowers.
Yeah.
I don't think she's gonna like the card
about dust bunnies in her uterus.
That's funny.
You came.
Couldn't let my best friend go through
one of the scariest days
of her life by herself.
I'm sorry for what I said.
You're going through something, too.
I know that.
No, I'm sorry.
It's my job to know what you need,
and I dropped the ball.
I mean, the second those Beasts
knocked up Beauty,
I should've been there.
You're my knight in shining
pink Under Armour.
I just can't shake the feeling
that any appointment
could be the one when they
tell me that it's all over.
Okay, sweetie.
It's gonna be okay.
But I totally understand.
Getting your hopes up
and then finding out
it's not gonna happen.
That'd break anyone's heart.
Will, what happened?
No, this is about you.
Will, tell me.
Well, apparently looking at egg donors
suddenly made all this
baby stuff serious for McCoy,
and he realized he...
doesn't want kids.
Oh, sweetie.
Yeah.
It's gonna be weird tomorrow
when I have to sign for his sperm.
But this is something that you've wanted.
You've talked about having kids
your entire life.
I know, I know.
Now I have to choose
between being with McCoy,
and being a dad, and I...
I don't know what I want.
Hi, hi, hi, hi, hi, hi.
I'm Dr. Saperstein.
Somebody found a father.
This is my friend Will.
Oh, good, 'cause apparently
there's a peeping Tom
going from room to room.
Anyway, let's take a look at the baby.
Okay.
I'm right here.
Okay, just have to find the little guy.
He's hiding.
I can only assume it's a boy
'cause they're always hiding something.
Here we go.
Is that...
That's the heartbeat. It sounds healthy.
- Oh, my God.
- Wow.
Congratulations, Grace. It sounds great.
I'm gonna take some measurements.
This is...
I can't...
Will, I'm gonna be a mother.
I know.
And now I know what I want.
I want to be a dad.
And I'm gonna do it on my own,
just like my best girl.
I am right here.