Jim: Wait, what are you writing? Don't write ebola or mad cow disease, all right? Because I'm suffering from both of them. Pam: I'm inventing new diseases. Jim: Oh, great. Pam: So, like, let's say that my teeth turn to liquid and then they drip down the back of my throat. What would you call that? Jim: I thought you said you were inventing new diseases. That's spontaneous dental hydroplosion. Pam: Nice.