Jill: Tim, I want you to be completely honest with me. Do I look, like, a whole lot older than when you met me?
Tim: A whole lot older?
Jill: Just answer the question.
Tim: Of course you don't look a whole lot older.
Jill: Well, you have to admit I'm not that same skinny little peanut you married.
Tim: Yeah, I know. [off Jill's look] You look better. That's what I meant. No, you look a lot better. You do.
Jill: You don't think I'm too fat?
Tim: No, you look perfect. [Tim stares at the aerobics instructor on TV]
Jill: Don't lie to me. You wish that I looked like that for my birthday.
Tim: That would be for my birthday.