Tim: It just may be over.
Jill: Al and Trudy?
Tim: No, no. Me and the car. Al decided it was a bit too extravagant, so he gave the Ferrari back.
Jill: I'm sorry for your loss.
Tim: It's not hopeless. I'm petitioning to be the car's big brother. I'm actually pretty happy. I think Trudy's gonna be good for Al.
Jill: Yeah, I like her. And she gave me her pheasant recipe.
Tim: [whistles] Fresh pheasant, fairly fatty, fricassee it with a flick of fennel, fling it on the fire, fabulous.