It is highly unlikely that this conversation ever took place. But you never know.
Mary: Uh Joe…I need to talk to you.
Joe: Sure hun, what’s on your mind?
Mary: Well Joe, I’m sorta pregnant.
Joe: That’s great Mary!….Uh, wait a minute. I don’t remember consummating our marriage.
Mary: Well no, Joe, we haven’t, which is another thing I’ve been wanting to talk about.
Joe: Hey now Mary…it’s not my fault. I’m awfully busy tending to all these goats.
Mary: Yeah, well you need to tend to me sometimes.
Joe: So you went out and cheated on me?
Mary: Oh no Joe! Well, not exactly.
Joe: So how ‘exactly’ did you get pregnant?
Mary: An angel did it.
Joe: An angel.
Mary: Yes, you know…like one of those guys with wings and a halo.
Joe: I know what an angel is, I just didn’t know you’ve been seeing one behind my back.
Mary: It’s not like that Joe. He just miraculously impregnated me. It’s called immaculate conception.
Joe: Like a miraculous football pass?
Mary: No Joe. Conception, not reception.
Mary: He’s going to be the son of God.
Joe: Seems like he would be the son of the angel. He did all the work.
Mary: There wasn’t any work Joe. It was kind of like “Poof, you’re pregnant”
Joe: Must have been pretty exciting for you.
Mary: You don’t understand Joe. I’m going to be the mother of the son of God!
Joe: I guess we’ll be pretty famous, huh?
Mary: Uh, well…he will be. And I will be. Not so much you.
Joe: Why can’t I be famous too?
Mary: Well, you will be known because I’ll ride your ass all the way to Bethlehem.
Joe: Nothing unusual about you riding my ass.
Mary: That’s not what I meant.
Joe: Ok, let me see if I’ve got this right. You had sex with an angel, but you really didn’t, and you are pregnant, but you’re still a virgin, and you’re gonna give birth to the son of God.
Mary: Yes, his name will be Jesus.
Joe: You’re giving him a Mexican name? Why can’t he be Joe Jr.?
Mary: Think about that Joe. People are going to pray to Joe Jr.?
Joe: Why not?
Mary: It just doesn’t have the same ring to it.
Joe: Ok, but there is one other miracle you might want to wish for.
Mary: What’s that Joe?
Joe: Me believing all this bull.