Zach: Uh… he’s just basically saying your father and mom’s genetic stuff mixed together to make something new and better. *scratches the side of his head* That’d mean you’re better too, right, Desiree? You should be…
Hojo: *narrows his eyes at Desiree, then turns his head away* Not necessarily. I see no outstanding special traits in that one. They must be recessive. But this one… *pulls out an ultrasound scan of the twins, grinning* I want to keep it.
Cancer: No… *moves to follow Jenna, still seeming a bit confused*