Tim: Honey?
Jill: [thermometer in mouth] Tim, I think I'm dying.
Tim: [mimics Jill] Jill, I can't understand a thing you said.
Jill: Oh, my God, it's 103.
Tim: Ooh.
Jill: Just threw up last night's lasagna. Boy, it tasted bad coming up.
Tim: Didn't taste all that good going down.
Jill: Thanks a lot.