Yes!

Jonathan Glover:
Hey. I'm sorry about... well, all this. I knew I'd see you both again. I just imagined... well, different circumstances. Clare:
It's OK. Bobby Morrow:
It's OK. [to Clare] Bobby Morrow:
Ned, man. He was a trip. He was like my father, too. You would've loved him. Jonathan Glover:
Bobby, if you want my family so badly, I hereby bequeath them to you. No, better yet, I hereby bequeath you my whole, entire life. I hereby dub you Jonathan Glover. Tomorrow, when they cremate my father's body, you can be the son and I'll be the best friend. You can come back from the service, and you can console my mother! Clare:
Jonathan, stop it. Jonathan Glover:
You're better at it than I am! You're better qualified, so go! Go at it. Be their son, with my blessing! Clare:
Listen to me, you little shit! All he's ever done is worship you. And all you've ever done is walk out on him. Don't you dare speak to him like that, you hear me? Jonathan Glover:
You don't know what you're talking about. You don't know the first thing about worship. Clare:
Do you know - do you have any idea how much - how much I wanted you? How much I loved YOU, you asshole. And then - what an idiot I am. How pathetic is that? Me in love with you. And then Bobby comes along, and I fell in love with this one, and I think that we... that the three of us, maybe we could... Fuck it. Just leave me alone and go back in the house and have a drink. [Walks away] Jonathan Glover:
[Following, along with Bobby]
Clare! Clare. Clare:
How could you just leave without saying anything! Jonathan Glover:
I couldn't be the uncle anymore! Give me a break, OK? Bobby Morrow:
Clare, hey. Clare:
Don't call me that! Bobby Morrow:
Don't call you what? Your name? Clare:
[Crying]
What'd you think I would do without you, Jonathan? What were you thinking? Bobby Morrow:
Clare, come on. Clare:
[stops walking]
I'm pregnant, you fuckers! Clare:
What? Are you sure? Clare:
I'm completely sure. Jonathan Glover:
[Smiling]
You wanted this. Didn't you? Bobby Morrow:
[Happy]
Clare. Oh, man. Clare:
You think? Bobby Morrow:
Yes! Jonathan Glover:
Yes! [They all laugh, cry, and hug]