Anyway. Nina goes on that she doesn't think that single women should be deprived of the experience of motherhood, and word to that in general, obviously. She finishes up by saying if anyone has a problem with her doing this, they should speak now, or forever shut up. She might have phrased that differently, though, because when would Patch keep quiet if another choice were available? Sure enough, he pipes up that some people don't believe that medical technology should be put to this end; when people design babies and pay less privileged people to carry them, it's a slippery ethical slope. He certainly has a point here, and Nina did ask. However, he taints his position by going on that as her neighbors, they had a right to know the truth, and that's ten pounds of horseshit in a five-pound gunnysack. Nevertheless, the crowd applauds. Patch too-self-deprecatingly gestures that the applause isn't necessary. Patch, we know you love it. It's tough being an approval-seeking misanthrope. Not that I would know anything about that. Anyway, Treat leaps to Nina's defense, saying that certain advancements in reproductive technology may seem threatening, but without them, things like ultrasound and amniocentesis, essential tools for fetal health, wouldn't be possible. His point is that technology cuts both ways, and while there are indeed ethical questions to be raised in this situation, Nina isn't the kind of person who would make the decision to help bring life into this world without asking herself those questions. "And as for not letting us know sooner, if I knew that I was going to suffer a character assassination from my own doctor in front of half of my friends and neighbors, I'd be inclined to keep a few things to myself too." Treat beams as he gets the same rousing applause. I'm reminded of this exchange from the Whacking Day episode of The Simpsons:
Mayor Quimby: I'm sick of you people! You're nothing but a pack of fickle mushheads!
Random Guy: He's right! Give us hell, Quimby!
Meanwhile, with a sarcastic smile, Patch exaggeratedly tosses his tip on the counter and leaves. Hee.
Elementary school. Delia can't find her jacket. She notices the tough kid bullying that teeny tiny little red-haired kid whose name I don't remember. Oh, I think it's Arnie, actually. Even if that's wrong, he looks like an Arnie. ["It's Arnie." -- Sars] Arnie calls the bully "Magilla." Magilla's not too fond of that moniker: "Say it again and I'll fry your face in fat." Arnie runs off, presumably to tell Mr. Peebles. Delia notices that Magilla has her jacket. She calls after him, but he stalks off. Just offer to take him home, Delia -- then he'll be happy.