Harry: So that library thing was pretty bad, huh?
Tim: Let's put it this way. Jill's speech was so boring, I had to check my pulse to see if I was still alive.
Al: Harry, he's exaggerating. Jill is a very fine speaker.
Tim: Yeah, generally she is, but she started quoting some poetry... it was blanket and pillow time.
Harry: Hey, you wanna talk sleep - my wife starts going on about her antique button collection? I'm in a coma.
Eddie: Hey, forget coma. Last night, my wife starts talking about decorating.
Tim: Oh, boy.
Eddie: I was clinically dead for three minutes.
Tim: Clear!
Eddie: I'm telling you, I'm not kidding. There she is, yakking about new fabrics for the sunroom. I didn't know what the old fabrics looked like. I didn't even know we had a sunroom.