Alex Whitman: Where are you going?
Isabel Fuentes: You're not my favorite person right now.
Alex Whitman: Yeah, well, you either.
Donna, Construction Secretary: Hey Alex, there's a woman on line 1. She says she's your wife.
Jeff: Hey Donna, the only wife around here is my ex and I am not in.
Alex Whitman: Ask if I can call her back. Oh, and get her phone number.
Great Grandma: You will never know love unless you surrender to it.
Priest on Street: There are signs everywhere.
Isabel Fuentes: It was a sign, Alex.
Alex Whitman: Of what?
Isabel Fuentes: That the baby would be Catholic.
Alex Whitman: Oh, well, then it's a good thing you weren't stopped in front of an ihop.
Amalia: You left Alex with your brothers?
Isabel Fuentes: And Chuy.
Amalia: Oh, I better light another candle.
Alex Whitman: Isabel, don't jump.
Isabel Fuentes: I'm not going to kill myself, stupid. But if you come any closer, I'll throw your ass over.
Isabel Fuentes: It was a sign.
Amalia: Of course, it was. God was telling him to quit that job and stay here with you.
Isabel Fuentes: No, I mean it was like a real sign with neon and stuff.
Tracey Burnham: Jeff, hon, would you get us some ice?.. And while you're at it put some scotch in it.
Isabel Fuentes: I pee really fast. I live with five brothers, three cousins and only one bathroom. Believe me - I can pee faster than anyone in the world.
Alex Whitman: They're great. I had no idea that families talked at dinner.
Isabel Fuentes: Alex, this is Chuy.
Alex Whitman: Chuy, hi. I'm Luke Skywalker.
Dam Policeman Delivering Baby: These contractions are right on top of each other.
Alex Whitman: Did you hear that? He said these contractions are right on top of each ot her.
Isabel Fuentes: I'm not deaf - I'm in labor.
Alex Whitman: How've you been?
Isabel Fuentes: Pregnant.
Alex Whitman: Wait a minute! You snuck out on me, and I never heard from you again. And now you just show up, tell me you're pregnant, and I'm supposed to know exactly what to do? Well, I'm sorry, but I don't know, exactly, what to do.
Isabel Fuentes: That's the first good thing you've said all night.
Great Grandma: It is not your faith that has betrayed you. It is your fear.
Answer: "Naked Eye" by Luscious Jackson.