Emily! Emily! Emily!
This is impossible. We only told your mother.
I can't believe her. Oh, my gosh.
Just put-- just put the top up.
Just go. Just drive.
What the hell is wrong with you?!
I told you we wanted to keep the pregnancy news quiet,
and you leaked it anyway. And for what--
An-another shot at Emily?
I did nothing of the sort.
And what makes you so certain that she wasn't behind it?
Come on. What possible reason could she have?
To make certain that you marry her
And not leave for Sara.
What? What are you talking about?
I know about your night in the pied a Terre.
Oh. Well, I didn't sleep with her,
if that's what you're insinuating.
Not that it's any of your business.
No, it's Emily's.
You told Emily?
You're damn right, I did.
You are marrying one girl,
and you're in love with another, Daniel.
No, you don't know a damn thing about who I love.
I think I do, and so does Emily.
And that's why she trapped you into this pregnancy business.
You've completely lost your mind, you know that?
Listen to me, she is a con artist.