douglas fairbanks-style. oh, this is gonna look really nice. okay, what do you think, abby? yeah. nice. (projector and camera shutter clicking) (indistinct conversations) you really want to go back to work? (groans) you don't want to, i don't know, write a book or teach a class instead? cy-- because i'm a traditional man, and if you wanted to stay at home and let me be the breadwinner-- i want to go back to work. i could revoke your press pass. and i could write an excellent story about it. okay, james, honey, this makes you the enemy. we'll be enemies all day, and then we'll have to forget about it every night. you understand that? is that what you want? reporters are the enemy? i didn't mean-- you did. you must be hiding some very dirty laundry. i can't wait to find out what. james. cyrus. if i gave you a baby, you'd quit? give me a baby and find out. that's a no. i am good at my job, cy, as good as you are at yours. you want to have a baby with me because you want to have a child together? great. but if you want to give me a baby to metaphorically keep me barefoot and pregnant