Crosby has come a-callin' on Julia at her office. "We just lost our key witness in our Downey-Smith trial," he says from her doorway. Cute. He's actually there to tell her he got the results of his paternity test. That was quick. He wants her to be with him when he opens it. "That's really sweet," she says. "And also kind of pathetic." He stalls by ribbing her for not having pictures of him in the office. "Embarrassed to have me in the family?" he asks. You know she wants to say yes, but instead informs him that she managed to get him and Jabbar into Joel's Wednesday playgroup. "You 'got us in,'" he scoffs. Julia: "There is a three-month waiting list!" She shoves the paternity test letter back at him and demands that he open it. "Can't we ease up to it?" he begs. "What are you in such a hurry for?" Julia asks if he's afraid of being a father, or not being a father. "Yes," he says. "Both." Julia assures him he's a wimp, he counters that she is a tyrant, and finally, he opens the results. "He's mine," he says, clearly relieved and blown away. "I'm a father." Taking a deep breath, he asks Julia what he's supposed to do now. "Buy a microwave?" he wonders. "Move to the suburbs?" Suddenly, he remembers the biggest thing. "We gotta tell Mom and Dad," he says. Julia: "Yes, you do." No, no, Crosby says, they'll go together. She tells him to grow up. "Growing up means asking for help," he says, "which I'm doing." She laughs, and tells him that's nice but that he needs to actually grow up and do it himself. "You want to frame this for your office?" he asks, waving the results as he goes out. "Because this might be the document that made me grow up. I mean, I know you don't want any pictures of me, so there's this." Ha! Did I just like Crosby?