Phil: Uh, I don't wanna bum you out. My doctor did some tests and said he'd call if something was wrong, and he called this morning.
Gloria: And what did he say?
Phil: I don't know. I missed the call. Now I can't reach him.
Gloria: [gasps] The black mouse.
Phil: What?
Gloria: In my dream. It was a bad omen. But probably not for you. [gasps] The staircase. No, no, no. You're fine.
You're fine.
Phil: Am I? Get this. Fifteen years ago I won a lifetime supply of razor blades. They ran out today.
Gloria: [gasps, does the sign of the cross, spits]
Phil: What's with the spitting? Are you warding off death?
Gloria: No. When I did I think I suck in a little bug.