Nic: Keith, can I talk to you for a minute, please?
Keith: Yes, babe.
Nic: What the Castlemaine XXXX are these?
Keith: Babygrows with days of the week written on them, babe.
Nic: Are you mocking our precious love gift?
Keith: No, babe. I just thought they were pretty bonzer.
Nic: Only for one day of the week, you drongo! How’s she supposed to feel when she’s wearing Tuesday and it’s a Thursday and there’s a photographer calling her name?
Keith: Newborns don’t have enormous brains like you and me, babe. She might not even notice.
Nic: And what the hell language are they written in?
Keith: That’s French, babe.
Nic: Well, it stinks, whatever it is.
Keith: Franceland’s got loads of culture, babe. Your name would be Nicola, if it wasn’t in French and that would be, like, not so cool.
Nic: She’s called Sunday, not Deemunch. Get rid of them, dingbat.
Keith: Fair dinkum, babe. You take a nap.