Roseanne1988

Darlene Conner:
Well, you're not gonna do this again, are you?

Becky:
[annoyed] Look, I'll do...

[groans from a headache]

Becky:
I'll do whatever I feel like doing, you little brat. Now beat it.

Darlene Conner:
Okay, okay. Maybe when I come back up, I'll bring you a little breakfast.

[becky groans]

Darlene Conner:
And maybe a sausage or two so you can bite down on one of those little hard chunks.

[Becky trembles in sickness]

Darlene Conner:
And maybe a poached egg slightly undercooked...

[Becky dashes out of bed into the bathroom]

Darlene Conner:
...with that white runny stuff that you can never quite keep on the spoon.

[Becky pukes as Darlene slurps]

Darlene Conner:
Yes!