There is no such thing as bad press. All press is good press. Even press about baby daddys and gay box office stars and putting a quarter in a Coke machine and getting your very own adopt-a-baby. Except that George doesn't want a baby. "Of course you want a baby," Ari protests, bouncing on George's bed and not thinking bad-dirty-wrong things. "Everybody wants a monster to corrupt! That's why Brad ran away with the surrogate, cos you didn't want a kid."

Ari ducks as a shoe comes flying out of George's closet. "I don't want a kid, Ari."

"I'll give you one of mine," Ari offers. "Half price!"

George walks out of the closet, his tie draped around his neck. "Ari, for the last time, no kids. I have you, I don't need another ankle biter."