Actually, there's been a change in plans. I thought maybe it was obvious. April, here is...

Frank Wheeler: Actually, there's been a change in plans. I thought maybe it was obvious. April, here is pregnant. Mr. Howard Givings: Congratulations! Mrs. Helen Givings: Oh, April, I can't tell you how pleased I am! Oh, but I expect you'll be needing a bigger house now. Won't you? John Givings: Hold on a second now Mom. Hold on a second, Mom. I-I don't get this? I mean, what's so obvious about it? I mean, okay, she's pregnant. So what? Don't people have babies in Europe? Frank Wheeler: Suppose we just say that people anywhere aren't very well advised to have babies unless they can afford it. John Givings: Okay. Okay, it's a question of money. Money's a good reason. But, its hardly ever the *real* reason. What's the real reason? Wife talk you out of it or what? Little woman, decides she isn't quite ready to playing house? No. No, that's not it. I can tell. She looks too tough and mad as hell. Okay, then, it must have been you! What happened? Mrs. Helen Givings: John, please. You're being very rude. John Givings: No, no. What happened, Frank? You get cold feet? You decide - you're better off here, after all? You figure, it's more - comfy here in the old hopelessness emptiness, after all? Well, that did it! Look at his face. What's a matter, Wheeler? Am I gettin' warm?

Actually, there's been a change of plans. I thought maybe it was obvious. April here is pregnant. - Congratulations. - Oh, April! I can't tell you how pleased I am! But I expect you'll be needing a bigger house now, won't you? Hold it a second, Ma. Hold on a second, Ma. I don't get this. I mean, what's so obvious about it? I mean, okay, she's pregnant, so what? Don't people have babies in Europe? - John... - Suppose we just say that people anywhere aren't very well advised to have babies unless they can afford them. Okay. Okay, it's a question of money. Money's a good reason. But it's hardly ever the real reason. What's the real reason? Wife talk you out of it or what? Little woman decide she isn't quite ready to quit playing house? No, no, that's not it. I can tell. She looks too tough and adequate as hell. Okay, then. It must've been you. What happened? - John, please. You're being very rude. - No, no. What happened, Frank? You get cold feet? You decide you're better off here after all? You figure it's more comfy here in the old hopeless emptiness after all, huh? Oh, wow, that did it. Look at his face. What's the matter, Wheeler? Am I getting warm? - All right, Son. I think we'd better be... - You know something? I wouldn't be surprised if he knocked her up on purpose just so he could spend the rest of his life hiding behind a maternity dress. That way he'd never have to find out what he's really made of. Now look, I think that's just about enough out of you. I mean, who the hell do you think you are? You come in here and say whatever crazy goddamn thing comes into your head, and I think it's about time somebody told you to keep your goddamn mouth shut. - He's not well, Frank. - Not well, my ass! I don't give a damn if he's sick or well or dead or alive, he should keep his fucking opinions in the fucking insane asylum where they belong! - Let's go, Son. - Come on, John. Big man you got there, April. Big family man. I feel sorry for you. Still, maybe you deserve each other. I mean, the way you look right now, I'm beginning to feel sorry for him, too.