Tim: Hello, my lucky little offspring and my even luckier wife.
Jill: Well, you're in a zippy mood.
Tim: I took your advice. Saw Dr. Brody today, got a complete physical.
Jill: Really?
Tim: He said I'm fitter than a Greek god. Just call me Baklava. As a matter of fact, he was so impressed he wanted to know if he could frame my chest x-rays and hang them in the waiting room.
Jill: Good thing he's not a proctologist.