[An ungodly amount of meth would be better than what's really happening here. At least with meth there's a chance of it wearing off sooner or later.]

Oh no, Cassandra and I don't have any children yet! [He enthusiastically tosses some snow off the shovel and hits the same snowman, knocking more snow off of it.] We're going to start trying, though. I'd like to have at least three. That's a good number, don't you think?

[Sorry, Cass, he has just decided that kids are a good idea, and now he wants some. It's the heteronormative thing to do, after all.]