Dick: Mary, you haven't touched your twice-baked cheddar chive potato. Can I have it?
Mary: I- I'm not feeling too well.
Dick: Oh, you should talk to my friend here, Jack Wallencott. He tells me he's in excruciating pain, Mary, but he's not going to give in until he gets that damned will of his sorted out, right, Wallencott?
Jack Wallencott: Right. I only hope nothing happens to me before I do. [coughs]
Mary: I feel queasy and bloated, and I'm all sweaty. I've gotta go lie down, excuse me.
Dick: Yeah, well, uh, hurry back.