Tim: I've worked on this car for three years. And you send it outside like some stray cat. This is like a member of the family to me.
Jill: You wait a minute. You just wait a minute. Every single thing I have ever owned, you have managed to puncture, singe, pulverize, crack, crush, melt or explode, and every single time I have managed to come up with the compassion to forgive you. But this one time this happens, do you have the same compassion to forgive me? No! Thank you so much.
Tim: Honey, l... [Jill slams the door] Wait a minute. You are really good. You screw up and I'm getting yelled at. You are really, really good.