Jill: I can't believe I had to wear this dress. Everybody's seen it. I've worn it a thousand times. I've taken it in, out, up, down...
Joe: Jill, I'm really sorry about this. But you'll be happy to know that, as of this minute, I'm getting a new dress guy.
Jill: Joe, don't take this the wrong way, but... I have to kill you.
Tim: Honey, honey. The parking-lot attendant loved this dress. He said his mom's got one like it.
Jill: Marie, come with me. I gotta go fix my face.
Tim: Good idea. Not that... There's nothing wrong with... I didn't... There's no reason...