Charles: Okay, I know you need help and time is tight, but I see there is blue cake on the floor, and I know what that means, vis-à-vis the sex of the baby. So before we do anything, I'm going to need a minute.
[1 minute later:]
Charles: Sorry for all the weeping and the weird snort noise I made at the end. It's genetic. Now, Jake, grab the mop, you're on cleanup. Admiral, you're making the batter. Captain, you're on frosting duty.