Tim: Hey, Randy.
Randy: What are you doing here?
Tim: Lookin' for you. Your mom and I were worried. You know better than to take off without telling us.
Randy: Then we're even.
Tim: What do you mean?
Randy: Couple little things you didn't tell me, either, Dad.
Tim: What are you talking about?
Randy: Like, I might have cancer.
Tim: Whoa, whoa, whoa. Where did you get that information?
Randy: Off the computer at school. Said that sometimes these kind of lumps can be malignant.
Tim: Randy, look, the chances of this lump being malignant are next to nothing.
Randy: How could you not tell me about this?
Tim: Because we didn't want you freakin' out, okay?
Randy: So instead I read it on a computer sitting in the school library all by myself?
Tim: Hey, your mom and I... that's the last thing we wanted you to do. I'm sorry about that, and she will be, too.