By shrewdly linking procreation to an act likely to make you stupid with excitement, God has seen to it that Life does indeed go on. It's possible, by the way, that this is why God's name comes up so often in the middle of the act; it's a salute to the author: Hey, whoever made this up - thanks.

Having a baby dragged me, kicking and screaming, from the world of self-absorption.

The biggest thing I remember is that there was just no transition. You hit the ground diapering.

In the original draft I was 27 and Peter was 55 in the script. That's not the same as a guy in his 40s and a dad in the end of his 70s. It's a different point in both our lives.

She kind of reminds one of Helen. There's something very similar about Elizabeth Perkins.

If a tree falls on your head in a forest and no one hears it, it still hurts.

I remember my wife and I used to get on plane and see everybody else with their babies. They'd be putting strollers and car seats up above, and we'd think: Oh, please Lord, don't make us go through that