Nathan: Mom, what the hell?!
Deb: I'm cleaning my gun. You don't want me to have a misfire, do you?
Nathan: Well, here's a thought: no gun, no misfire. Problem solved.
Deb: What's the fun in that?
Nathan: Oh, by the way, Haley told me you invited her at a shooting range. Are you completely out of your mind?!
Deb: There is some evidence to support that.
Nathan: Mom, guns and babys don't mix.
Deb: Oh, Nathan, don't worry. As soon as the baby is born, the gun will be in my locker at the shooting range.
Nathan: You've got a locker at the shooting range? Forget it. I'm late for school.