Talk Show Hostess: When he's older, will you tell Jack about his father?
Ma: Jack's not his. He's not his.
Talk Show Hostess: So are you saying that there were other men?
Ma: No! No. Um... A father is... a man who loves his child.
Talk Show Hostess: Of course. That's so true in a very real sense, but the... the biological relationship that you...
Ma: That's not a relationship.
Ma: Ssh. Go back to sleep.
Jack: Once upon a time, before I came, you cried and cried and watched TV all day, until you were a zombie. But then I zoomed down from heaven, through skylight, into Room. Whoosh-pshew! And I was kicking you from the inside. Boom, boom! And then I shot out onto Rug with my eyes wide open, and you cutt-ed the cord and said, "Hello, Jack!"