A Zed & Two Noughts1985

Alba Bewick:
I am about to become a mother, and you are about to become a father... or fathers.

Oswald Deuce:
You what?

Oliver Deuce:
You are?

Alba Bewick:
I am.

Oswald Deuce:
Good lord.

Oliver Deuce:
You can?

Alba Bewick:
Of course! Is leglessness a form of contraception?

Oswald Deuce:
I'm not sure.

Alba Bewick:
You're not sure!

Oswald Deuce:
I'm delighted!

Alba Bewick:
You are delighted! [suspiciously] A pregnant cripple and you are delighted? Think of what it will do to my sense of balance!

Oswald Deuce:
It might help! Give you more stability.

Alba Bewick:
Then you recommend it? Recommendation's one thing. A womb on crutches is another.

Oliver Deuce:
So... who's the father?

Alba Bewick:
Well, well, well. Why don't you discuss it between yourselves?

Oliver Deuce:
Why, don't you know?

Alba Bewick:
Grand dieu! Does an animal behaviorist need to ask such questions? As far as I'm concerned, you both are.

Oswald Deuce:
But you...

Alba Bewick:
NO BUTS! [smiling] You're brothers, aren't you? What's a few spermatozoa among brothers!