Jill: Don't pay any attention to him. He's probably just upset because his wife has severe emotional problems.
Tim: I told Joe that to get him out of the garage. We've discussed this, haven't we?
Jill: So you said, "My wife is a slug"?
Tim: I was desperate. Where are those little sausages?
Jill: Al, Tim told our new neighbors that I was a depressed alcoholic with a sleeping disorder.
Tim: And only an insensitive jerk would have repeated that.
Al: You know, if you wanted those sausages, you should have told me.
Tim: Would you shut up?!
Jill: Don't take this out on Al. This isn't his problem.
Tim: No, the problem is The Meat Man.
Jill: No, the problem is your brain serves no function other than keeping your head from caving in!