Jill: You were charming the pants off those women today. Why don't you do that with me anymore?
Tim: I was just trying to make a good impression. Come on.
Jill: You know, it really ticks me off that just because we're married, everybody else gets the best part of you, and I just get the rest.
Tim: Whoa, whoa, whoa. Back the trolley up here a minute. It's not like I get the best o' Jill. That morning breath could take the paint off my hot rod. And how about this little ratty robe? Like that says, "Come and take me, big fella."
Jill: The point is that tonight, I really tried. When was the last time that you put on something like this for me?
Tim: I put that on, I'd be arrested, honey. Come on.
Jill: All I wanted was one night of romance, and you turn it into a big argument.
Tim: So let's not argue. I, for one, am still in the mood. [Jill slams the door] I'm taking a wild shot that you're not.