We'll split up the week, okay? You take lymphoma, and tuberculosis... You take...

Narrator: I'll tell you: we'll split up the week, okay? You take lymphoma, and tuberculosis... Marla Singer: You take tuberculosis. My smoking doesn't go over at all. Narrator: Okay, good, fine. Testicular cancer should be no contest, I think. Marla Singer: Well, technically, I have more of a right to be there than you. You still have your balls. Narrator: You're kidding. Marla Singer: I don't know... am I? Narrator: No, no! What do you want? Marla Singer: I'll take the parasites. Narrator: You can't have both the parasites, but while you take the blood parasites... Marla Singer: I want brain parasites. Narrator: I'll take the blood parasites. But I'm gonna take the organic brain dementia, okay? Marla Singer: I want that. Narrator: You can't have the whole brain, that's... Marla Singer: So far you have four, I only have two! Narrator: Okay. Take both the parasites. They're yours. Now we both have three... Marla Singer: So, we each have three... that's six. What about the seventh day? I want ascending bowel cancer. Narrator: [Narrating] The girl had done her homework. Narrator: No. No, I WANT bowel cancer. [the clerk gives them both a weird look] Marla Singer: That's your favorite too? Tried to slip it by me, eh?