I can feel my whole body shiver as I gaze upon her, her youthful features creased in confusion. God, she's only eighteen. Eighteen. Girls that young should be smiling, they should be running about carefree, they should be living life.
Not waiting to release it.
Sid: You'd change yer tune if she should come home with a... bun in the oven.
Jean: She can't get a bun in the oven. She's on the pill, remember?
— Bless This House, "The Generation Gap"
