This is what happens when I agree to be Duncan's surrogate mother.
- Duncan: So? We're destined to marry beautiful people.
- Devan: And have beautiful (adopted?) babies.
- Duncan: You're not going to be my surrogate???
- Devan: If that's what you and your husband wish! Damn beautiful babies, if I do say so myself.
- Duncan: Wait. Will the kid be ginger?
- Devan: ...why would he be ginger. I mean, he might if (when) I marry Benedict Cumberbatch because he has natural red hair in a beautiful non-ginger way.
- Duncan: Do you have ginger in your family?
- Devan: Oh no.
- Duncan: We're good then. I think our children would be fantastically gorgeous and so smart. I hope they get your brains.
- Devan: I hope they get your looks.
- Duncan: If we have a girl and she doesn't have your chest: adoption.
- Devan: HAHAHAHAHA.
- Duncan: Totally disowning that child.
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