QOC: That's because you have a cold.
D4: Take the cold* off me!
QOC: No, you're sick. Your nose is running, your neck hurts. You are sick.
D4: I'm not six, I'm twelve!
QOC: No, sick is not the same word as six.
D4: Oh. I'm sick.
D4: My nose is running. My neck hurts. I am sick.
*This is what he calls the ice cubes he gets on him when he bangs his head.