Tim: Our ratings came out today and for the first time in 10 years, Al was rated more likable than me.
Jill: So this is bothering you, right?
Tim: Well, duh. You don't think Binford would think about switching hosts, do you?
Jill: Honey, that's never gonna happen. Look, Al hosted the show once and it was a disaster. He needs you to make it all work.
Tim: [inquisitive grunt]
Jill: Well, see, look, you took a shy, insecure, stiff guy and you turned him into a likable, confident, stiff guy. You gave him his persona. You invented the signature salute. You sort of created Al.
Tim: I did. I created Al. Almost like Al is my Frankenstein monster. You know, without the attractive neck bolts. He's alive!
Jill: Now, see? That's what you should do. Just enjoy the fruits of your labor.
Tim: Yeah. You know, and maybe accept my fate in a way. You know, because even the brightest stars can't shine forever. I mean, there's a point when the champions like me and Michael Jordan just have to pass our balls on to somebody else.