Tim: Pest control is my domain. Termites fear me. Mice whisper my name. "Hey, forget the cheese. Come back to the hole. It's Tim." "Come on, come on. He'll kill you. He'll kill you." I'll go see if Wilson has any traps.
Jill: No, no. Don't kill it.
Tim: From filthy little vermin to your fuzzy little friend. Where did that start?
Jill: Well, just because I don't like it doesn't mean I want to see it dead. Otherwise I'd have set traps for your mother years ago.
Tim: Trap wouldn't stop her. She'd just chew her leg off.