Marie: Honey, button up your sweater, and let's close your robe. I don't want you to catch a chill. Is there anything else I can get for you?
Debra: Maybe I'll just go upstairs for a while.
Marie: No, you stay right here. I'll go straighten out the covers.
Debra: No, you don't have to--
Marie: I know. I've been ordering you around a lot today. But when of your own is sick you have to forget about winning a popularity contest.
Frank: You're in no danger.