Four: Chill
What kind of a husband takes the ice cream sundae belonging to his pregnant wife, I ask you? What kind of a scum-sucking, lower life form of a man does that? Listen here, mister, you impregnated me, it's Texas in August, all the ice cream is mine. I'm willing to overlook it this one time, provided there's a new sundae here by the time I get home.
That goes for you, too, Julie! Remember, I know where you both sleep!