Uh, Mom, remember
when McCoy and I talked about starting a family? Well, even though we split up, I have decided
to go ahead with it. – [gasps]
– On my own. I just found out my surrogate
is pregnant, which means… – I’ll be a grandmother again. Oh, Will.
Aww. And it’s so good that you can
do this too, because you still can. Not like us old broads, huh? – Well, actually– – Oh, God, can you imagine
being a 50-year-old woman, having a baby by yourself? I mean, you really would have
to be brain-dead. What’s–what’s your news,
Grace? – [clears throat] – Well, two pieces of news.
– Hmm. – The first is, I am not 50. I am forty-yay! And second, I am pregnant. I am having a baby too,
on my own. There are two new babies
in the family. – You mean, the baby won’t have
a young father after you’re gone? – Mom– – Oh, we’ll get back to your happy news soon. Grace is in crisis. – I’m not in crisis. I don’t need a man to raise
a baby. – But aren’t you worried about doing this on your own? – Of course, I’m terrified. – Oh, Will,
you remember that boy you used to play with
in middle school, Timmy, with the wonky eye? I bet he’d like Grace,
don’t you think? – Maybe. – I don’t wanna marry
Timmy with the wonky eye. And maybe?