"Let's not go through that again."
"You're shouting. You're making Stephanie cry. What's the matter with you, Bryan?"
"Nothing's the matter with me. My wife is going crazy. Here I'm supposed to put a stop to this sort of thing on a worldwide level, and my own wife betrays me."
"That Viennese had a good point, you know. I don't entirely agree with him, but he said a lot of women like babies and want children, but would rather not go through nine months of pregnancy and giving birth and all. Qui Dor Enterprises provide the baby."
"It's not real."
"Don't call Stephanie an it, I said. She is perfectly real. She is as real as you. You can touch her, feel her, smell her—try changing her diaper sometime, Bryan." Stephanie shrieked.
"You sure can hear her," Channing admitted. He explored the little bundle experimentally with a forefinger and was gratified when she did not howl.
"See, you like her."
"I do not like her. She doesn't exist." Channing backed away.
"For a twenty-first century man with a college education, sometimes you can be the stubbornest—"