Adam: "It might not be bird flu."
'song: "Noooo. It is bird flu."
Adam: "It might be another kind of flu. It might be inchworm flu."
'song, insistent: "Bird flu."
Adam: "How do you know it's bird flu?"
'song, after a brief mental intermission: "I...saw the spectre of a cockatiel over the bed."
Adam: "Sweetie? You know medical knowledge isn't sexually transmitted, right?"