Tim: What's that supposed to mean?
Marty: Oh, come on. Your wife sent you down here to bite my head off about something that you don't even believe. [toy squeaking]
Tim: If you think for one minute I came down here 'cause of Jill, you're dead wrong. I'm my own man. I do my own bidding. [fails to squeeze a plush toy] Hey!
Marty: Yeah? Well, I'm my own man and I don't happen to agree with what your wife [toy squeaks] sent you down here to tell me.
Tim: If you weren't such a thickhead, you'd realize she made a good point. You know what else? [toy squeaks] This is a really annoying job. [toy squeaks]
Marty: It wasn't nearly so annoying before you came down here and started breathing down my neck. [toy squeaks]
Tim: Maybe it's time I left, huh?
Man: Oh, now you're doing it? Who's a guy gotta sleep with around here to squeak toys?