Tim: Oh, shut the blinds, let the whole neighborhood know there's something going on in here.
Jill: Come here, Mr. Immortal.
Tim: [grunts] Mnh-mnh-mnh-mnh. [they kiss] Did you brush your teeth?
Jill: Tim, I just brushed 'em.
Tim: Could you brush 'em again, please? And get that stinky stuff way in the back.
Jill: Well, you've pretty much killed the mood.
Tim: Wait till you walk in there.
[As Jill goes into the bathroom to brush her teeth again, Tim grabs Test Dummy Al and puts him under the covers]
Tim: Come on. I'm waiting, honey. [stands behind the door]
Jill: Well, I brushed, I flossed. I hope that I don't offend you this time. [climbs into bed] So, Al, what are you doing here? It's not Tuesday.