Tim: Ow! Ornaments, ornaments, ornaments!
Jill: You... You... You sat on a glass reindeer.
Tim: Pull it. Go.
Jill: You got an antler up your butt.
Tim: Pull it out of there!
Jill: Hey, OK. Just stop dancing around. You're gonna get glass all over the floor.
Tim: Well, thanks for your concern.
Jill: Go outside. Outside.
Tim: Come here. Pull this one. You got it outta there?
Jill: Well, I think so. You'll find out when you sit down.