42 p.m. A girl, 5 pounds 11 ounces. She's ours. She's our daught...
Cyrus: A baby was born at County General this evening at 5:42 p.m. A girl, 5 pounds 11 ounces. She's ours. She's our daughter. We can bring her home in a week if you say yes.
James: You stole a baby?
Cyrus: I did not--
James: You bought a baby?
Cyrus: I pulled some strings and got us to the front of the line. It wasn't that hard, just a well-placed phone call, which is wrong. Very wrong. But like I said, I'm a Republican overlord and your dream is a baby, so...and now you're thinking 'why now' when I didn't want a baby before. Why now? Someone shot my best friend. He's lying in a hospital bed dying. Which makes me denying us a chance to start a family seem ludicrous. So there's a baby girl in County General, and if you say yes, in one week, she could be our daughter. We could be her fathers. If you say yes.