Randy: Man, this is awesome, skipping school, going out to breakfast, Mortal Massacre. I can't believe you guys are treatin' me so good. You know, if I didn't know better, I'd think I was dyin'. [dish drops] That was a joke, guys.
Tim: [chuckles] That was a joke. I didn't get it at first, but I just got it. I got it. Tell your mom. Make sure she got it.
Randy: What's goin' on? Does this have anything to do with that blood test I took yesterday?
Jill: OK, yeah, but there's nothing for you to worry about. Do you remember when the doctor was feeling your neck yesterday?
Randy: Yeah.
Jill: Well, um, she felt some swelling which might be a goiter.
Tim: Which is nothing.
Randy: Then why don't they call it nothing instead of a goiter?
Tim: Well, they're not exactly the same thing. I mean, you couldn't say, "Tigers - 8, Yankees - goiter."