(Andre): Babe?

(Ethan): Yeah?

(Andre): Can you get our wife?

(Ethan): Yeah! Ethan runs to your room and opens the door to find you lying on your bed, sick with the flu. He goes back to the kitchen.

(Ethan): I think she's sick!

(Andre): She is?! Quickly runs to your room with Ethan.

(Andre): Love, are you alright?!