Sue: Uh, Tyler? What are you watching?
Tyler: Zombie Makeout Party. First they kill you, then they kiss you.
Sue: Whoa. You know you are not allowed to watch that stuff.
Tyler: Hey, you're not in charge. I am.
Sue: That's right, Tyler. You're in charge. And as my babysitter, you shouldn't let me watch that stuff. I don't deal well with zombie movies.
Tyler: Then go to bed.
Sue: Well, that's the thing. I don't have a bed, so why don't I sleep here on the couch while you go up to your bed and babysit me from up there?
Tyler: Will you stop whining? [Sue grabs her headgear] What's that?
Sue: Oh. My ortho says I have to wear this at least ten hours a night. Is there anything special you need to wear at night?
Tyler: No.
Sue: Really? 'cause... Okay, Tyler. Well... [clears throat] I'm gonna let you in on a little secret. I'm a bed wetter. Yep, so every night, before I go to sleep, I put on my high-tech "space pants," which keep me nice and dry as I blast off into my dreams.
Tyler: [scoffs] You're a nerd up there and a nerd down there.