Baby: I have a bad feeling about this.
Angel: Is it because I'm staggeringly inept?
MoG: Yeah.
Baby: Wah!
Intruder: Hi.
MoG: Die!
Angel: Who was that?
Baby: Social Services.

Wolframites: Oooh, baby. Look at its toesie-woesies!
GGG: The entire universe is insane. This calls for a pink tie.

Baby: Could you stop holding me like a small stack of firewood?
Angel: Wittle baby-poo!
Baby: No. I refuse to do the diaper scene. This is a travesty!
Angel: I'm 20 times your size. Go on and stop me.
Baby: I! Already! Need! Therapy!
Angel: Googly woogly boo!
Baby: Go woog yourself! Wah!
Angel: Googly woogly GRRRRRR!
Baby: Sweet Jesus. I'll be very quiet.

Proto-Faith: I'm tragic.
Holtz: I'm more tragic.
Proto-Faith: No, I'm more tragic.
Holtz: No, I'm more tragic.
Proto-Faith: We could do this all day. 
Holtz: Yes. Yes, we could.

Cordy: You are gonna be a martyr about this baby thing, aren't you?
Angel: A "Duh!" is not out of place here.

Entire World: We urgently need this baby.
Angel: Ooh, wittle villains wants the wee baaaaby!
Entire World: Can you stop doing that?
Angel: Ooh, wittle villains can't handle a wittle baby talk! 
Entire World: This is creepy. Bye!
Angel: We beat the siwwy wittle villains, didn't we? Yes, we did! Yes, we
did!
Baby: Yeah. Know what? I'm napping for the next 20 years.

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