Rose: Is there anything wrong with my child?
Sci: no.... Way gaster your joking about right?

Gaster: you have a human with a white soul...

Rose: what? What does this mean? Dr. Are you alright?

Gaster: (backs up, and trips, knocking over a vase on the table before catching his balance)
I-I... how... it can't...

Rose: yes you may (shows stomach to two baby's one skeleton and one human.)