Conversations overheard during The Great Sperm Search 2005

(Note: At some point during this latest round of internet banking, we realized that itunes was serenading us with Leonard Cohen's I'm Your Man)

ANNARAY: Glasses? Out.
JUDYBAT: Allergies? Out.
ANNYRAY: Journalist? Out!
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JUDYBAT (reading from a donor essay): "'If you chose me, your children will wear glasses and have lots of hair. They may not play on the varsity teams, but they will be unusual and kind."
ANNRAY: Aw. I don't want his sperm, but I'd like to have a conversation with him.
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JUDYBAT: I think we looked at this one already. Is this the one with the schizophrenic grandmother, or the one where everyone had cancer?
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ANNARAY: Favorite color orange? Out.
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JUDYBAT: He's got straight hair. He's got straight hair and blue eyes. AND fair skin! That's not me; that's you. You can't have your own baby.
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ANNARAY: He's got corrective lenses and a slight cleft in his chin. Forget it. Ooh, but he likes baseball and golf.
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JUDYBAT: You know, if your identical twin has schizophrenia, you only have a 50 percent chance of getting it.
ANNARAY: We are not using the guy whose grandmother had schizophrenia.
JUDYBAT: I'm just saying. His SAT scores were really high.
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ANNARAY: Oh, he likes sushi!
JUDYBAT: You're not having dinner with him.
ANNARAY: I'm having dinner with his sperm.