[to Brad; annoyed] Well, Brad, thanks for making me look like a complete… [voice deepens] fool.
Whoa!
[covers her mouth] Oh, no! Now my voice vocoder is malfunctioning too! [the baby laughs at her; quickly dashes out of the restaurant and hides in an alley, wearing a paper bag over her head] Great. I'll have to wear this bag on my head forever, and it smells like fish tacos.
Everyone goes through this, Jen. It's completely natural.
[The Cluster nanobot changes Jenny's mood to happiness by hacking into her mood-o-tron]
[lightens up] You're right. It's not so bad. Hey, maybe this bag thing will become a new fad: Fish taco bag heads!
That's the spirit.
[The Cluster nanobot changes her mood again to anger]
This is all your fault. [savagely tackles Brad up against the wall] You and your lousy cover-up!
[singing] Someone's having mood swings.
[The Cluster nanobot changes her mood again to sadness]
[tearing up while grieving] I'm sorry, sweet Brad! Please forgive me!
Don't sweat it, Jen. Hey, I bet you've already started to clear up.
Really? You think so?
Sure.
[takes the paper bag off her head] How do I look?