Jill: Tim, did you tell Al that he was creative?
Tim: Yeah. I had to. Otherwise I'd still be at Tool Time listening to him whining. "I'm such a loser. I have no life left. Even my beard doesn't fit my face anymore."
Jill: Well, according to Ilene, what you said made Al decide to market his Tool Time game. He's invested his entire life savings.
Tim: He did? That's crazy.
Jill: He ordered 500 games and he made a commercial. You gotta go over there right away and talk some sense into him.
Tim: I can't. I'm hanging the exhaust system this morning.
Jill: Look, Tim, Al could be on the brink of financial disaster. You gotta do something.
Tim: I'll give him a call or something.
Jill: No, calling's not good enough. Go over there.
Tim: All right. I'll go over there. When I get back, he'll be just as depressed and boring as usual.