Tim: Let's... let's try to tune in to my wife Jill. Just look around. Do you think she'd like anything in here?
Al: Well, if I were Jill... Well, I'd like any of these things.
Tim: Al, please. Now, what about these dresses? I'm a little confused. Six, eight, ten, twelve... Does that mean twelve inches?
Al: Well, that doesn't sound right. [pulls out tape measure]
Tim: Let's figure this... I've got a 32 waist, right? I wear a 32 pant. Jill's smaller than me. She's got to be... 20.
Al: Well, here. That would be this.
Tim: You look like a hang-glider, Al.