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moment so different and so new what's
like any

other until I kiss you and then it
happened

it took me by surprise I knew that you
felt it

too by the look in your eyes sweeter
than wine

10 -15.

Well, we know Murphy's never going to
admit the real reason she's late, so the

question is, what excuse do you think
she'll use? She spilled coffee on her

blouse and had to change.

Couldn't find her keys. Got stuck in
traffic.

Oh, come on, Jim, that's too easy.
Murphy's much more inventive than that.

What is going on with the traffic in
this city?

I'm telling you, public transportation
is the only way to go. People should be

forced to take buses.

Then maybe I'd be able to drive to work
a little faster.

Murphy, we all know why you're late.

Carmelo called from the parking garage.

He said you've been sitting in your car
throwing up into a paper bag for the

last 20 minutes.

Oh, please.

Are you going to listen to the spiteful
whys of a man who calls 976 Hot Pants on

my car phone?

Now, Murphy, morning sickness is nothing
to be embarrassed about.

As long as it doesn't happen on the air
with millions of people watching.

You know, Miles, we might want to put a
bucket next to her chair.

And, Murphy, you should probably start
wearing your hair off your face just in

case.

Will you please stop talking about
throwing up?

Gladly. This is not work talk.

Not that long ago, the word pregnant
wasn't even used.

Women were in a family way.

Now you go to someone's house for a
pleasant dinner and they insist on

you a video of their child's birth.

What do you say to your hostess after
witnessing something like that?

My, Caroline, you certainly have a lot
of stage presence.

Well, this is all very interesting, but
I have a piece on the health care crisis

that needs a lot of work. So if you'll
excuse me. No, excuse me.

But this is the first chance we've had
to chat since you announced your

pregnancy yesterday.

Since then, I've had time to formulate
many questions.

Like, how does one proceed with a
pregnant, unwed anchor?

How do I present it to the network
brass?

And why should a bright and promising
career like mine have to be tested and

possibly crippled forever?

There's a bigger issue at risk here than
your career, and I think you all know

what I'm talking about.

Who gets Murphy's parking space when
she's on maternity leave?

Maternity leave?

You want to know how much time off I'm
going to need? I'll tell you. Three

I'm going to try to have the kid on the
weekend, but just in case I don't,

somebody give me a calendar.

Maybe I can have it during a week we're
preempted. Murphy, you're talking about

having a child, not taking in a roll of
film to Photomat.

Oh, Miles.

She knows...

woman's just putting up a brave front
because she's terrified.

I know I'd be terrified if I were
pregnant, 42, alone, facing

an uncertain future, alone, 42.

I can't believe this. You guys are
spending more time talking about this

than I'm going to spend having it. Trust
me, nothing, absolutely nothing is

going to change around here.

Gee. Mr. Gazella.

Brownie? Silverberg?

Here, now.

He didn't use any verbs. I don't like
that.

I'm glad you're here. You know, I was
just saying to my... Tell me you're not

pregnant. Just tell me and I'll go down
to the garage and I'll fire that vicious

little rumor monger Carmelo right now.

Gene, I'm pregnant.

Oh, God.

I know you're upset, Mr. Kinsella, but I
think you'll be pleased to hear that

Murphy is seriously considering naming
the child after you.

Gene. A wonderful name, perfect for a
boy or a girl. Not that I'm saying you

have a girl's name. Will you stop
babbling, Silverberg?

Let me think.

All right.

All right, what's done is done.

Clearly what we have to concentrate on
now is damage control.

So, our first priority is getting you
married as quickly as possible.

Murphy, do you have any idea who the
father is?

You know me, Gene. I never look at the
guy's face.

I also know I'm not going to marry him.
I'm sorry if that messes up your damage

control, but that's what it is. I think
it's important to remember that we're

all on the same team, each one washing
each other's hands. Fine, fine. You

want to marry the father, you don't have
to. I can accept that. Silverberg,

marry the woman. No!

I'm not marrying anyone.

Given this a lot of thought, I decided
to have this baby on my own.

And frankly, after the 15 years we've
known each other, I would have expected

more from you than just your typical
corporate reaction.

Brownie, I am corporate.

I'm responsible for a multi -million
dollar operation that does not thrive on

taking risks.

I don't see how I have any choice but to
take you off the air.

That's ridiculous.

Of course you have a choice.

Well, I guess you've opted for the
narrow -minded, prehistoric, gutless

to take me off the air. Thank you,
Murphy. Thank you for that honest and

response. And I'm sure Mr. Kinsella
respects you for it. Except for the

-minded, prehistoric, gutless part. All
right, Brownie.

Let's assume...

for the sake of the argument.

Then our audience is composed of bright,
open, tolerant viewers who'll have no

trouble adjusting to your condition.

Oh, hell, while we're at it, let's
assume that I've got a full head of

They'll never go for it.

And even if they did, how do you expect
to do a job as demanding as yours while

you're pregnant?

Well, I, for one, promise not to assign
her any stories which involve wearing a

wetsuit or going down a well.

Gene, I promise you, the minute this
baby thing becomes a problem for me or

anyone else, I'll be the first to admit
it and walk away.

Because no one, not you nor the public,
would hate to see me fail at my job more

than I would.

Duly noted, Browning.

But now it's decision time. Do I take
you off the air or not?

Well, clearly I have to do what any top
network executive would do in my place.

Get another opinion.

Silverberg, what do you think?

I knew this day would come.

The what do I think day.

Okay.

Okay.

Okay. You want to know what I think?
I'll tell you what I think.

I don't think any of us can predict how
our audience is going to react because,

quite frankly, nothing like this has
ever happened before.

But what I can say is the day that we
let a journalist of Murphy's caliber

her job out of fear for our own is the
day when I lose my thunk for this

business or what's left of it.

Very impressive, Silverberg.

Standing up for what you believe in,
putting yourself on the line for the

you work with.

I used to be like that.

All right.

Let's do the manly thing. Make the tough
choice.

Brownie stays.

Thank you, sir.

But I just want to make one thing
perfectly clear.

You're taking the fall for this, right?

Because I'm only this far from
retirement, and if this show goes down

I want to be able to blame someone.

Gene. If this show really does go down
the tubes, there'll be bigger heads to

roll than Miles.

Oh, I know that, Brownie.

I'm just trying to make the boys sweat.
It's good for them.

Thank you, sir. I enjoyed every minute
of it.

Excuse me. I'm sorry to interrupt.

Some things just can't wait.

Murphy, I know others may see you as
damaged goods.

But I see you through the eyes of love.

Perfect and pure.

More or less.

And I stand before you willing to make
an honest woman out of you right now,

with or without your dowry, no questions
asked.

Carl, please. That child growing in you,
a precious womb, deserves to have a

name.

And I want that name to be Wishnitsky.

What a day.

I've been on the phone for five hours
trying to reach one member of the

who could get me a...

Jim, did you just pull out my chair?

Well, yes, I suppose I did.

Okay, let's get the rules straight right
from the start. I am not helpless,

incapacitated, frail, or glowing.

I require no special treatment.

In short, I am the same person I was a
month ago.

Actually, Murph, I think your breasts
are a little bigger. Oh, for heaven's

sake, Frank.

If you guys really want to do something
for my well -being, help me figure a way

to get a quote from the president for my
national health care piece.

I've called every contact I can think
of, but I can't get near him. Oh,

you're not trying to get to the
president again, are you?

He banned you from press conferences. He
kicked you off Air Force One.

And during a Redskins game, he left
early when they found out you were

hates you more than broccoli.

He'll take me.

He may have had a few difficulties, but
I think he respects my tenacity. Murph,

give it up. The only people getting
decent quotes from the president are the

ones who go jogging with him.

Britt Hume told me if you can stick with
him through the third mile, he gets a

buzz on and you can't shut him up.

They'll even talk about Neil.

Jogging. I hate it.

It's ruining my business.

Instead of sitting in here all night
eating and drinking, the White House

corps is out chugging Slim Fast or
working out in the gym.

I'm telling you, what we need is a
president like Grover Cleveland again.

Nice and fat and slow.

Here, I brought you a glass of milk.

Yeah, I hate milk.

You should have thought about that
before you let Mr. Happy make a visit.

I really want this quote.

Well, I'm going to have to run with the
president to get it, Ben. That's what

I'll do. Murphy, you can't do that.
You're... What?

I'm what, Jim?

You're... Your breasts really are
larger.

I'll say it. You can't run with the
president because you're pregnant, 42,

haven't exercised in 10 years. Are you a
doctor, Frank? Am I supposed to take

medical advice from a man who flunks CPR
because he spent too much time dancing

with a demonstration doll?

and I was just about to offer to run
with Bush and get you your quote.

But now, I don't know. What are you
saying, Frank?

That I'm helpless?

That I can't do my job?

Murph, we're reporters. We help each
other out all the time.

I'll get a little exercise, you'll get
your quote. It's not that big a deal. It

is to me.

You save your strength for applauding
the brilliance of my finished piece,

complete with a quote from the
president.

Like I said, this pregnancy is not going
to change me in any way.

So, let me get this straight, Doctor. If
I've jogged before, I can jog now.

Well, that's great. I have jogged
before.

Sometime in the late 70s, but I'm sure
the muscle memory's still there.

Oh, very nice. Laughing at a pregnant
woman. Just what I'd expect from a

who has his office in a mini mall.

Hello?

That's just swell.

Two OBs, a general practitioner, and an
ear, nose, and throat man all spouting

the same party line.

Is a veterinarian considered a real
doctor?

Oh, good. You're another group of
professionals you've managed to

me see. That leaves... That leaves what?
Parks department workers and charcoal

sketch artists.

There's got to be some way around this.

If I may have your attention for a
moment, I would like to quote to you

big book of babies.

For those of you who do not exercise
regularly...

and are anxious about exploding thighs
and gelatinous buttocks, there's

good news.

Swimming, walking, or biking are
acceptable when done in moderation.

Keldon, I'm trying to get a quote, not
win a triathlon. And don't you dare take

that last piece of pizza. It's mine.
Okay, okay, okay. We've had nausea. Now

we're into food cravings, just as
outlined on page 67.

Let's see what else we can look forward
to.

Okay, headaches.

Mood swings.

Irritability.

Irrationality.

According to this, you've been pregnant
for the last three years.

How can this be happening?

No one's ever been able to tell me what
I could or couldn't do.

All of a sudden, my entire life's being
run by something that's only the size of

a coffee bean.

Well, this bean's gonna start learning
right now what mama's all about. I'm a

reporter. That doesn't stop just because
I'm pregnant.

Excuse me, excuse me, but I think you
should know that in according to Here

Comes Baby... The person you're arguing
with doesn't have ears yet.

This isn't fair.

You're playing dirty, and I don't like
it.

Okay, okay. I'll give you this one. I
won't jog with the president.

But in return, I want a painless labor
and no stretch marks.

And you're going to come out housebroken
and sleep through the night, and you're

never visiting the Kennedy compound.

Hello, Frank?

It's me.

Listen, you know that offer you made?

Merp, I want you to know I find this
whole thing insulting.

I'm happy to help you get your quote,
but I'm in good shape and I don't need

to be my personal trainer. Well, I'm
sorry, Frank, but I've got a big stake

this, too. Now let's just go get
started.

Oh, hi, Murphy. Hi, Frank.

Get off the machine car if you need it.

Well, I'm sorry.

but you're just going to have to wait
your turn. I'm trying to work.

Regarding the letter from Mr. Robert H.
Malcolm, in response to your questions,

I enjoy cooking, dancing, and water
sports.

I can't tell you my most embarrassing
moment, but I will speak a little slower

the next time I have to say Forrest
Tucker.

Come on, Harky, my entire career is
riding on Frank's ability to keep up

67 -year -old man.

Look at those calves. He can barely keep
his socks up. That's it. I'm out of

here. No, you're not. You're going to
help me like you promised. Of course,

going to be selfish. We'll just use this
stair thing now. Get on it and start

sweating already.

Next, to a Mr.

Douglas Gillette.

Dear Doug, I'm so glad to hear you've
paid your debt to society.

Sorry, but your policy... What are you
doing? I've seen mimes climb stairs

better than that.

Sorry, but your policy... I think I know
what's wrong.

Somebody obviously set the tension pitch
off on this.

Who do I look like, Mr. Goodbring? I've
never used one of these things before.

Geez, Frank's not a rocket ship. Guys
need a refrigerator to use these things.

Oh, Corby, would you please show Frank
how to adjust this machine?

You two are so pathetic.

It's very...

We're fighting the clock here.

Okay, fine.

But I just want you to know, I'm
reporting you both to the fitness

Vic!

All right, let's see what this baby can
do.

Hey, hey, hey, this is not a toy. You've
got to start out slow, and then you

build up to it a little bit.

Frank, I don't have time for that.

Come on, let's just do it.

Two different questions for Bush,
because we should have a couple of ways

go depending on how he answers the first
one. Jack, what have you got?

I would lead with, how do you respond to
criticism that the most powerful nation

in the world has over 30 million
citizens without access to adequate

care? 30 million?

No health care. Got it. Now, if he says
something like, we're working on it...

Ask why his administration has not put
forward one single comprehensive health

care proposal.

If he starts giving you some song and
dance about budget problems, ask him why

the military is spending millions of
dollars on the Maverick missile when it

proved less than effective during the
Gulf War.

Okay. Working on it.

No adequate health plan.

Song and dance.

What was the last part?

Maverick missile.

God, Frank, your face looks like a...

We should have started you out on a less
challenging machine, but I don't see a

charismatic adjustable bed around here.

Oh, yeah.

What's the matter? Why are you running
like that?

Oh, it's nothing. It'll go away in a
minute.

It'll go away?

It doesn't look like...

of an intense stabbing pain.

Frank, I want you to listen to me
carefully.

Having you get this quote means more
than just doing a good story.

It means I found a way to do my job.

Being pregnant didn't hold me back.

There's more than just my credibility on
the line here, Frank.

It's my own self -confidence.

But I don't want you to do it if it
hurts you.

Murph, I don't think I can do it. Oh,
don't be such a baby.

this well. By tomorrow, it'll be the
size of my neck.

I knew something like this would happen.

Come on, I'll drive you to the doctor.

I'm really sorry.

I know how much you wanted that call.

What makes you think I'm not getting it,
Frank?

There's a way. I just haven't figured it
out yet.

Young women make up the majority.

Okay, now I'd let you see me home on the
first date, but that's as far as I go.

introduce you to the family, but then
you really have to leave.

Everybody, I'd like you to meet two of
the wackiest guys in the Secret Service,

Huey and Louie.

Louie's downstairs making sure the car
doesn't get towed.

Which one of you is Miles Silverberg?

Vance, what did you do?

It's nothing, Miles.

Hardly worth mentioning.

It's a matter of opinion, ma 'am.

Ms. Brown ran over the President of the
United States.

If you keep saying things like that,
people are going to start believing you.

barely clipped the man's heel.

He had tread marks up the back of his
shorts, ma 'am.

God, oh, God, is the president all
right?

Yes, he just asked that we return Miss
Brown to you and give you a message.

Dear Mr.

Silverberg, keep this woman away from me
or I'll draft you.

I can do that, you know.

I'm the president.

Have a nice day.

I take the blame for this all by myself.
And who's going to pay for those broken

spokes?

Fine. I'll just deduct it from my income
tax.

You are insane. Do you know that?

I should have told him to lock you up.

Think about it. If you'd hit him any
harder, Dan Quayle would be moving his

foosball table into the Oval Office
right now.

You're taking this too seriously. If you
can't have fun doing your job, then

there's no point in having it. Now, I'm
going over to Phil's to celebrate my

success. If you care to join me, you may
come along.

What do you mean celebrate?

Did you get it?

Did you get the quote?

Well, yes and no.

I did get a quote, but it's nothing the
network will let me use.

But that doesn't matter, Miles. I proved
I can do the job. I was standing among

my fellow journalists.

Actually, I was standing over them.

Boy, is that Chris Wallace a whiner.

Okay, come on. I think I'm going to put
you in the corral. Look at her. She's

enjoying herself. You haven't learned
one thing from this, have you?

I've learned that for the next nine
months, I'm just going to have to be a

little more creative.

Oh, God.

More creative, Murphy Brown.

And now they'll be two of her.