Jill: Tim, I'm really upset about this.
Tim: Is there any way we can talk about this in the morning? If I don't get enough sleep I won't be able to do my exercise.
Jill: There you go again. I don't care about your idiotic exercise.
Tim: Oh, you say that now. When you're 75 and your friends are burying their husbands I'll still be fit and virile.
Jill: You're not fit and virile now.
Tim: Make jokes, will ya? You'll be whistling a different tune when all those widows are pinching my buns of steel.