Tim: All the way home in the car, I was trying to figure out a way to blame you. Truth is, it's my fault. I should never have sold that Corvair in the first place.
Jill: You can't blame yourself for selling a car 25 years ago.
Tim: Oh, watch me. So what if it had 130,000 well-earned miles on it? So what if the defroster never worked in the wintertime? So what if the muffler sounded like Al's mom after a whole day of Beano? Huh?
Jill: Honey, you want a nice cup of tea?
Tim: A cup of tea's not gonna cut it!
Jill: Bratwurst?
Tim: You know the sad irony, the cruel irony here? The car crusher? It was a Binford.