Jill: [gasps] What the hell is that?
Tim: That is the power source to your new dishwasher.
Jill: Take it out.
Tim: No, no, no.
Jill: No, take it out now.
Tim: No, you don't like the fact that I improved the dishwasher. Remember that yolk that wouldn't come off the plate this morning? Watch this. [Tim puts the plate in the dishwasher and turns it on] Hear that hum? Oh, that's a Finley two-stage. Five-horse Blastmaster compressor. Air-delivery system is 18 cubic feet per minute. That should say "testosterone" right on there, cos that... that is a man's dishwasher. [the dishwasher explodes] Hey, Mark, you didn't tighten that hex bolt like I asked you to.