Tim: Jeff wants to come over and borrow my finger.
Jill: I won't ask.
Tim: That big foam finger I use at the hockey games? He's got a date. He got front-row seats to see the Red Wings tonight.
Jill: Wait, front-row seats? Isn't that really expensive?
Tim: Yeah. He paid a fortune for 'em. A fortune he could be using to pay me back or maybe give Mom some rent money.
Jill: Well, are you gonna talk to him about it?
Tim: You bet I will. I'll talk to him tonight when I give him the finger.