[Diana runs her hand across her face and turns the camera. Lana, Fluke and Joy sit proudly among a literal pile of eggs. (And there's Ingno, being a good nanny dog as always and keeping the curious older puppies away.)]

There's twenty two, Newt. Twenty two! I mean, I think, I dunno, I keep losing count.

It's too may. I can't. You said you'd help with the pack.

[Diana is jabbing an accusing finger at the females.]

I told you to slow down! What the hell is this shit?