Blossom: William, you have got the jive on with the little ones! I think that Marzi cries for you more than her own folks, man.
William: Heh, well she’s just so cute, how can I resist playing with her?
Blossom: You know, you would make one righteous dad. I’m surprised you haven’t had a nooboo or two of your own yet.
William: Uh, Blossom, I’m flattered. But you and I…we’re very different. I’m the kind of Sim that would like to settle down in peace, and you’re…not.
Blossom: Come on, man, who said anything about settling down?
William: Ack! Blossom! Not interested!
Blossom: Uh-huh, just as I thought. You’ve still got a bad case of Sophronia-itus.
William: What? Don’t be ridiculous; Sophronia and I are over, long time ago. Just because I don’t want to kiss you doesn’t mean that I still dream about kissing her soft, blue-tinged lips, running my fingers through her long, gorgeous hair…
Blossom: Bless my bubbles, it’s even worse than I thought!
Blossom: A word of advice, brother: You want to settle down in a small mansion, wear the solid gold rings, cuddle the nooboos in their designer onesies, and read your morning paper in a §1000 armchair. Pick a Sim who wants that too. I guarantee you that isn’t Sophronia Ruben.