Tim: Oh! You awake?
Jill: No.
Tim: I think all those golabkis I ate turned into one big golabki. Ih. It's wedged between my head and my heinie, honey.
Jill: Go to sleep.
Tim: I can't. Do we have any of those little minty, chalky, chewy stomach thingies?
Jill: There's the liquid stuff downstairs.
Tim: Oh, would you go get it for me?
Jill: I didn't overeat. Why should I have to get up in the middle of the night?
Tim: 'Cause in a second you'll want to be getting out of this bed anyway. Oh.