PETE: Ange, do your blonde thing.

MAC: You missed your calling in life, shoulda been a midwife! PETE: Yeah, I'm...thinking of re-assessing my career path. (Pete walks over to sit on the desk that's beside Mac) I don't think you've got a big future in the baby delivering business Mac. MAC: Meaning? PETE: Your pathological fear of child birth... oohh!! MAC: Look, I...I...Wasn’t well all right, it. was something I ate. PETE: Oh right, so... you've been sick in the mornings, and not in the afternoons? Like now you’re all right now right? MAC: Yeah, yep. PETE: Well you know what that sounds like to me! MAC: Don't even go there- PETE: Bun in the oven or what! MAC: I am NOT pregnant! PETE: Sure, you’re absolutely sure? MAC: Peter I believe you need to have sex to become pregnant. (Mac looks at the floor) PETE: Oh. Oh well you know. (He looks at Mac and smiles and winks!) MAC: (Mac looks up at him) Really? PETE: Be no trouble this end! MAC: Well...what are friends for? PETE: That's right. MAC: You me bottle-a wine- PETE: Cheap hotel room. MAC: Old times!... You know, (their faces move closer together) I think I'd pass! (Pete gets up and looks and Mac and gives her a brief hug on the shoulders before exiting.)

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