Harry: I can't find anything back there! Delores insisted on filing the clamps alphabetically.
Tim: You gotta do that by size.
Harry: She thinks size doesn't matter.
Tim: Lucky for you.
Marty: Now, see? That's the kind of joke we can't tell anymore with Delores around here.
Tim: You gotta do something about your wife.
Harry: What do you expect me to do?
Tim: Stand up to her. You faced the enemy in Nam, didn't you?
Harry: Yeah, well, they were only trying to kill me, not run my life.