"Read me the list again."
"The whole list?"
"Yes! And don't whine, it's not becoming."
"Fine. Girls: Joyce, Tara, Lily, Alonna, Jennifer, Katherine, Anya. Boys: Rupert, Alexander, Charles, Giles, Doyle, William, Wesley...and Liam."
"Why are you making that face? It was your name once upon a time."
"Yeah, and I'm not the same person I was once upon a time. I don't want the baby to have the name of someone who wasn't a very good person. Maybe the baby should have his or her own name."
"Fine, we'll take Liam off. I'm not very happy with you right now anyway...Would you stop it with the puppy dog eyes?!"
"I'm sorry, Buffy. I just don't like it when you're mad at me."
"Angel, how much sleep have you been getting? You're in the weirdest mood."
"About three hours a night."
"Promise you won't get mad?"
"Yes. Now spill."
"You keep making me go out and buy stuff. By the time I find the one box of orange and lime twist ice pops available at two AM, it's already five AM."
"Well, that'll end soon enough. Speaking of which, we'd better hurry up and pick a name, because as soon as the doctor comes back, I'm pushing, whether I'm dilated or not."
"Okay, why don't we make a new list. And no names of people we know. The baby should have a clean slate. And nothing really awful. I've already screwed up one kid's life, I don't need to do it to someone else."
"HAPPY, remember?! We're having a baby in ten minutes and we're gonna be happy!"
"Honey, I think you might have burst a blood vessel in your happiness."
"Just get out a new sheet of paper...Okay, put down Nicholas under boys."
"We can also put Nichole under girls. And what about Margaret."
"What happened to no really awful names?"
"That's what you say about your car and you know what, they're both antiques!"
"Stop looking like I just killed your cat. I'm having your kid and you can deal with a few more minutes of hormones."
"Fine, put it down. We can use it as a middle name."
"What about Samantha? And James."
"Okay, how about Susanna and Jared?"
"Hmmm, scratch Jared. I knew a kid with a unibrow named Jared. I don't want our son to be predestined eyebrow-wise."
"Oooookay...Sara and Victoria."
"Stop it with the old fashioned names!"
"We can call her Tori."
"Okay, you win this one. We're lacking boy names. I like Christopher, Jonathon and Joshua."
"Um, what about Alan and Neil?"
"Add them and then stop and read the whole thing to me...without whining!"
"Girls: Nichole, Margaret, Suzanne, Samantha, Sara, Victoria and Kathleen."
"No one said Kathleen!"
"It just came to me now. You don't like it?"
"I do...I'm just annoyed that I didn't think of it."
"Alright, what's our final choice for a girl?"
"I like Samantha Kathleen."
"Me too. Good now we can move on to boy's names."
"If there's a gracious god we're having a girl because whichever one it is, it's coming out whether we have a name for it or not!"
"We should change the name."
"God was gracious. We need a tribute."
"Okay, what about Siobhan?"
"What does it mean?"
"God was gracious."
"Very literal. But it's in complete violation of the 'no screwing up the kid' rule. Maybe we should just stick to Samantha Kathleen."
"Fine by me."
"Think we should go get everyone?"
"Nah, they're sacked out in the waiting room. And I want to keep her to ourselves for a little while longer."
"She's totally perfect isn't she?"
"I couldn't find a flaw if my life depended on it."
"Hey, Angel. Remember how I said you could sleep once this is over?"
"If Sammy starts crying...don't plan on staying asleep for long."
"I wouldn't dream of it, my love. The thought would never cross my mind."