Ben Wyatt: [Walks in looking ill, sees Chris lying on the ground] Chris, I'm dying.
Chris Traeger: I was dying earlier today, and then I died. Now I'm dead. I had to cancel a date with Shauna Malwae-Tweep, and I really like her. Do you think she'll still like me, now that I'm dead?
Ben Wyatt: What is this?
Ron Swanson: [Walks in looking just as sick] It's food poisoning. I have it too. I did not sleep for one second last night. And I cracked the bottom of the toilet bowl.
Ben Wyatt: Oh, God, don't say that.
Chris Traeger: Has anybody talked to Tom? I can't even imagine what that tiny little man must be feeling like.
Ron Swanson: I have voided more than Tom's body weight in the last twelve hours alone. He might have just disappeared off the Earth.
Chris Traeger: We need to call him, we must reach out to him.
[Gets up and walks, doubled over, toward his phone. He passes Ben, who is lying on the floor. Can't reach out to touch the phone]
Chris Traeger: I can't do it.
Ron Swanson: [Gets up and labors toward the phone. He smacks it with his hand, and the phone lands on the floor next to Ben] Ben, extension seventy-eight twenty.
Ben Wyatt: [Ben rolls over to the phone and dials the numbers with his nose]