Mr. Pearce: They can't just take him back.
Julian: Apparently, Sean sees it differently, given Dorothy's somewhat tender mental state, asking too many questions will be inadvisable. It's's taken Herculean efforts just to stop him from involving the cops.
Mr. Pearce: This is why we have contracts. What have I always taught you? Oral agreements are only as good as the paper they're written on.
Kourtney: I don't understand, they have a baby, or don't they?
Julian: Not that it's any of your business, Kourtney, but they did, once upon a time.
Kourtney: Wait, but whose baby are they waiting for tonight?
Julian: Jesus, keep up. They had a baby, then they had a fake baby, then it was replaced with a real baby, and now it's a fake baby again, but this time, Dorothy knows, and she's expecting the Wisconsin yeti to arrive with a real baby any minute. Ya follow, Kourtney?
Kourtney: No.
Julian: Just try not to blow your top, Kourtney, we're hanging on by a thread. Merry fucking Christmas one and all. Let the show begin.