Of my own flesh and bone
With its Y-chromosome changed to X
And when it is grown
Then my own little clone
Will be of the opposite sex.
Clone, clone of my own,
With your Y-Chromosome changed to X
And when I'm alone
With my own little clone
We'll both think of nothing but sex
Ellen: Oh, sure you have. What about after you touched the diamond?
Elliot: That was pretty simple, actually.
Ellen: Really. The spontaneous creation of a female twin with all of your memories. That was simple.
Elliot: "She's family. Help her." Not that complicated.