I'm sick!
Marie: Hi Bob. So, where's Tom?
Robert: He says he caught his death, that he's really sick.
Marie: Oh, that guy always thinks he's at death's door. Last week, he thought he was gonna croak from a heart attack! I've never seen such a hypochondriac!
Robert: All the doctors must haul outta there when they see him coming!
Marie: The hospital must have a permanent bed for him with his name on it!
Robert: And yet, there is still something wrong with him: he coughs nonstop but doesn't stop smoking. Then, he makes a big deal about how his lungs hurt. He's gonna flip out to the point where he's going to end up with one heck of an ulcer.
Marie: One of these days, a surgeon is going to tell him to hop up on the operating table. I'm sure that'll help him perk up and in no time flat!