Jill: OK. Let's try another story. Once upon a time there was a beautiful, lovely and talented queen who was married to an evil king, the King Selfish.
Tim: Mmm, I'm gonna like this guy.
Jill: Yeah, you would like this guy. He has a low-rated tool show where most of the work is done by his assistant, the Earl of Al. Anyway, our kind and sensitive and breathtakingly beautiful queen wanted a knight in shining armor to come and take the young princeling to the palace dance festival.
Tim: I hate ballet. I hate it. You go to the ballet, you burp, people are going, "Shh, quiet!" "Hiss! Shhh!"
Jill: Tim, I took those kids to the monster truck rally for you. Do you remember that?
Tim: Uh-huh. Ten to one, no one there went, "Hey, lady! Quiet! You're burping! I can't hear Fordzilla!" All right, all right, all right. I'll take him. I'll tape the game on ye old royal VCR.
Jill: Thank you. You are my favorite knight. And later on, I'll make sure you have your favorite night. [Tim grunts]