"She's not even a mess of chemicals!" stormed Channing. "It wouldn't be so bad if they made her in a test-tube or something. She just—is. You don't even know how they do it. You can't even call her an artificial baby."
"I'll say you can't," Ellen told him, picking Stephanie up and engulfing her with protective arms. "She's a real one."
"She goes," Channing. "It goes, do you hear me?"
"Stop shouting."
"Well, it does."
"Is that so?" Now Ellen was shouting. "You better get that idea out of your head, Bryan. You can't boss me like that. Stephanie stays or ... or I don't."
"You're acting like a child."
"Am I? I'm not joking. Why don't we talk about it later, after I fix you dinner?"
"We'll talk about it now."
"I have nothing to say."