Jill: Tim!
Tim: Was that you, honey? I could hardly hear you. They had a whole bunch of chamois on sale.
Jill: How could you?
Tim: You said always look for bargains.
Jill: I mean about switching the boys' rooms.
Tim: Oh. I tried it your way. It didn't work.
Jill: My way was that we told them. Was I not clear?
Tim: We, we, we. It can be taken so many ways. To you, it meant "us." To the French, it means "yes." To this little piggy, it meant, "I'm going all the way home."