I mean, barely.

It's nothing. It's really nothing.

[retching]

Achoo!

Oh, god.

I just don't think it's a good idea for you to go tonight,

And miss the kids' Mother's Day assembly at school?

No way.

You mean mothers and primary caregivers appreciation

cabaret.

Lynn, nobody would be able to hear the performance

over your constant coughing.

Plus, you'd get everyone sick, since you're

terrible at covering your sneezes.

Achoo!

Ugh.

That was all over me.

Silly me, without my poncho.

Lynn, what if I record the performance for you?

It's not the same thing.

Whoa, is that the flux capacitor?

Does that transform into anything?

No, but it records just fine.

Yeah, people are fools for using a higher-quality machine

that also fits in their pocket.

LINDA: But Bob, you're a terrible cameraman.

What?

You're too worried about blocking people's view.

A school function is not the place to be polite.

OK, I'll be more rude.

Good.

And I don't want to hear you breathing into the mic, either.

It's like there's always a monster just offscreen,

Don't breathe.

Got it.

It'll be like you were there, Lynn.

You promise?

Promise.

All right, we got to go.

Everyone lift the camera on the count of three.

One, two--

[grunting]