George and Kathy talk about babies, but get distracted by protracted peekaboo necking parties, California early '50s-style, which lead to anything but consummation. More talk about babies before it's discovered that George is 'sterel'. A very odd doctor performs the necessary op upon Kathy (after a long lecture on the benefits of artificial insemination) wearing leather gloves, a detail typical of the effortless surrealism this film unintentionally achieves. Classical stuff in that everyone acts like statues. Is there life on Mars?