Dick: God, it's a beautiful day. The sun is shining. The air is crisp. Damn, I wish I were sick.
Harry: Yeah, I know what you mean. Actually, I don't.
Dick: Well, when you have a job and you're sick, you get something called a sick day, which means you get the whole day off.
Tommy: But if you're sick, you have to stay in bed.
Dick: Yeah, unless you said you were sick when you really weren't.
Sally: Yeah, I mean, how would they know?
Tommy: They wouldn't.
Dick: You're right, they really wouldn't.