Billy: Why won't you talk to me.
Joanna: We talk every day.
Billy: About the baby.
Joanna: Stop.
Billy: If I'm not enough, you need to tell me. If you need more, you need to tell me.
Joanna: This isn't about you! Can we please --
Billy: IF YOU DON"T WANT ME, that's fine, but this baby is coming either way.
Joanna: You don't think I know that? You don't think I know there is a person inside me? I don't know what I am doing, Billy. You ... you are good. And kind. And I shouldn't even be ... A marriage is one thing, we get out of contracts all the time. But ... a child? You would be stuck here, with me, and I am clearly not capable of living this life. I can't even say "good job" to our employees. What am I supposed to do with a child? And I just can't stand to see the look of disappointment.
Billy: I'm not disappointed.
Joanna: When I can't help but turn our child into me.