A: Doing The Math

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Songween: You're gonna need at least four kids— one for Rackenroon, one for Clan Kruger, and a couple of spares... and there will probably be a few boys thrown in there too, always are— you're gonna be spendin' the next couple of years in bed, one way or another. I'll try not to die until you have a kid— and that's why I'm so eager for you and Fred to get it on!
Kathy: What happens if... say... I CAN'T have children?
Well, your sister will be your Heir until you have a daughter— and if you have only sons, then your Heir would be a granddaughter. If you have one, that is.

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Songween: And if you don't have any kids at all, then your sister's daughters would be your Heirs, both for Rackenroon and for Clan Kruger.
Kathy: Oh my... That would really piss off Madame Kruger... heh, heh, heh.

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B: Throwing Shade

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Songween: Oh, you don't want to go taunting her, not even in fun! That woman has no discernible sens of humor whatsoever! Freddy's a laugh riot compared to his mother! I can yank her chain because I was friends with her grandmother. I taught her mother how to ride like a Cossack— and that's not a euphemism. When she was a kid, Lucretia used to spend winters here... I can still see her, sitting by the pool, under a huge sun hat, doing actuarial tables... I think she covets my castle— or at least believes I don't deserve it. I thought we'd never find a mate for that little pricklepuss— thank God your grandfather introduced her to his assistant, Stirling!