Jill: No, really, honey. I'm so cold. Would you go and check the furnace? Because I think the pilot light must be out.
Tim: You're saying lighting a pilot's a man's job?
Jill: No. I'm saying it's your job.
Tim: Look, you're afraid to go down into that deep, dark basement, aren't you?
Jill: No, I'm not afraid. I just don't like it, you know. When the furnace goes whoosh!