Back to the Garden

Childbirth... isn't natural. I'll let that sink in. Childbirth isn't natural. We're not supposed to give birth. We're not supposed to age or die. Did you know that? We're supposed to live forever. We're supposed to be in a garden right now, leaning against a tree, naming animals. And the fact that you don't know the name of every animal in the world tells me something. You know what it tells me? We left the garden too soon. "What's that?" "I don't know." "It's a wombat. Shut up and go back to the garden. No rutting 'til you name all the animals."

We have to have a beautiful world where children can come to. Okay? That would be knowing your world. Okay... Men don't want children. No man in this room wants children. Any man who thinks or says he wants children is no longer a man, but a pussy-whipped freak of nature... who should be at home reading leather-bound copies of Donahue transcripts, renting Alan Alda films and buying Michael Bolton CD's 'cause... you're no longer a man and you're out of the man club. You're out!