Tim: It says "done". Time for Monkey Town. [conga music plays] [monkey screeching]
Jill: Oh, my God. What are you doing?
Tim: Hold it, hold it, hold it. I'm picking the lice off my sister right now.
Jill: Have you saved my work?
Tim: It's just a bunch of numbers.
Jill: Tim!
Tim: Hold on, I'm 50 bananas away from being mayor of Monkey Town.
Jill: Hold on for a second. [screeching continues]
Tim: What was that all about?
Jill: You lose my work, I off your monkey.