Beverly: How's Geoffrey feeling?
Erica: Like his body has been ravaged by shingles.
Beverly: [breathes sharply] That is wonderful news!
Erica: The sooner I ask, the sooner I can start regretting asking. Why is Geoff's pain wonderful news?
Beverly: You've locked down every yenta's dream a man so concerned with your future that he's made himself sick.
Erica: And why exactly is that good?
Beverly: He loves you so much he's willing to do anything to provide for you. Of course, his stress rashes will continue, and all his hair will fall out, and his tired body will break till he forms a widow's hump.
Erica: Ew. I don't want a rashy bald hunchback for a husband.
Beverly: You'd be so lucky. Every day, I thank God that I have a man who would exhaust himself into that- [Murray snores] - for me and this family. Murray, don't eat Ritz crackers in your sleep! You'll choke to death! Where were we?
Erica: We were just wrapping up your positive spin on having to watch your husband breathe. Enjoy the rest of your day.