Nanny: "Drink the milk, dear, and stop sniveling. You're behaving like a child again. How long have you known?"
Melena: "Oh, six weeks. I don't want milk, Nanny, I want my wine."
Nanny: "You'll drink milk. No more wine till the baby's born. You want another disaster?"
Melena: "Drinking wine doesn't change the skin color of embryos. I may be a dolt but I know that much about biology."
Nanny: "It's bad for your frame of mind, nothing more and nothing less."
— Wicked
Wilhelmina: Let's grab a drink.
Christina: I'm seven months pregnant! With your child!
Wilhelmina: Well, you can watch. I'll drink for all three of us. Come on.
