Jill: You know, honey, I realized today we need to order new checks for the old account. I was thinking, maybe we should change the design.
Tim: What's the matter with the old one?
Jill: I don't know. It's just not us. I was thinking it'd be nice to have, Iike, a sunset or some daisies, or... some frolicking bunnies.
Tim: I hope you're kidding. Do you expect me to go to the hardware store and order a nail gun with bunny checks?
Jill: Well, what do you want?
Tim: Something a little more manly. Armpit hair, marines... Kidney stones.
Jill: I'm sure I'm gonna go to the grocery store with armpit-hair checks.
Tim: Hey, what happened to all this compromise? 50-50, what's mine is yours, that stuff.
Jill: OK, how about this? A bunny passing a kidney stone.