Tim: Can we take a look at our first device over here?
Al: What's wrong with your hands?
Tim: Nothing. Nothing at all. Just fell asleep backstage. I'll do this... [hammers his "hand"] Probably be up all night now. All right. Now, look at this. You don't see craftsmanship like this anymore.
Al: Thank goodness! This happens to be a rack. It was used to pull people apart.
Tim: But not today! Today it's a lovely fabric stretcher. Just follow me. Let's say you've shrunk your wife's favorite sweater, right? A few cranks on this bad boy, it is good as new.
Al: If your wife happens to be an orangutan.
Tim: Don't rule it out, buddy. Your old clock is ticking, Al. And I mean that in a very nice way.
Al: You know, I'm not falling for this ridiculously fake arm for one second!
Tim: What are you talking about, fake arms? I have a pinched nerve. You laughing at that? Never mind him.