Jill: You smell good. Where have you been?
Tim: The junkyard. On the way home, I picked you up something real special.
Jill: You did? "The Gabor Sisters Beauty Sampler." Well, this is so thoughtful. [interrupts Tim] You're not getting another car.
Tim: Well, it's not really a car car. It's more of a shell of a car. You know, I want to buy it from the junkyard. $165, come on! And eventually it'll become my next project. What do you think?
Jill: Until then that hunk of junk just sits, what? Out in the front yard?
Tim: Actually, in the driveway.
Jill: Oh, man!
Tim: Just for a couple of months till I find a place to store it. You know? It'll start snowing soon. You won't even see it.
Jill: And then once the snow melts, then we have a rusted hunk of junk.
Tim: It's already a rusted hunk of junk.