Tim: Look, you don't have to do anything the rest of the day except breathe and write that speech. I'll keep the boys out of your hair. I'll handle everything. Just try to go upstairs and finish the speech.
Jill: Thank you, sweetie.
Tim: Got it.
Jill: But first I'm gonna clean the house, 'cause it's really filth.
Tim: No, you're not getting off the hook. Go upstairs, write the speech. Stop procrastinating. I will clean this house, top to bottom.
Jill: Do you promise that you won't rewire or blow up anything?
Tim: Why are you so mean to me?