Cliff: My friends! Thanks to my buddy Earl's amazing cold remedy, you are looking at the picture of perfect health. Every sinus cavity in my head is clear and dry. Well, not dry, but moist enough to be comfortable.
Norm: Glad you're feeling better, Cliffy.
Cliff: Eh! Thank you.
Norm: Did this, uh, particular cold... Did this start out with a funny taste up in the back of your mouth?
Cliff: Uh-oh! The old acid in the adenoids.
Carla: Scratchy throat?
Pete: Yucky coating on the tongue?
Cliff: Sounds like an epidemic. My friends, I don't want to be an alarmist, but tonight - if you live through it - is going to be the worst night in your entire lives. First, the cold sweats, the pounding headache...
Norm: Cliff, I don't want to hear this.
Cliff: Don't worry, Norm. In a few hours, your ears will be so clogged you won't be able to hear anything.
Carla: Look, Clavin, you gave us this cold, and I'm going to get you for it. You're not going to know when, but I'll be there.
Cliff: Don't worry, Carla. I'll know when. I'll hear your liquid-filled lungs wheezing a mile away.