Brooke : Okay, it's okay. Angie, it's okay, sweet girl. No, don't cry, baby girl please ! Don't you want to sleep ?
Peyton : I do, Brooke. Okay, you know I love you, all right ? And I love baby Angie, but I also really, really love my sleep, and I haven't gotten any in like three nights.
Brooke : Yeah, it shows.
Peyton : Thanks. As if I didn't know I look like Amy Winehouse pre-rehab.
Brooke : Peyton, I'm sorry. Okay, she didn't come with instructions, but I will figure it out. I promise, I.. Hey. Hey. Hey. Come on.
(bébé Angie pleure toujours..)
Brooke : I'm the purple monkey, and I sure wish you'd stop crying.
Peyton : Hey, baby ! Who wants a pacifier ? Look ! Oh, oh who wants a bottle ? You hungry ? How about, uh, Brooke's boob ? Huh ?
Brooke : Hey. Hey. Look at the dancing animals. Aren't they funny ? (Elle balance une peluche sur Peyton et Angie s'arrête) Hey ! Oh, my god, did you think that was funny ? Look ! Look ! (Elle re-balance une peluche sur Peyton) Hey ! No. No, we like that, remember ? It's funny. (Elle re-lance la peluche)
Peyton : Brooke, really?
