Jill: Whoa, muscle beach right here in my own garage.
Tim: Wrong, honey. This is the Tim Taylor Testosterone Hour. I got an idea. Let's flex for her. Drop the weights. Brad, take the coat off. All right, guys, prepare yourselves. Ready? The Egyptian biception. [boys roar]
Jill: Whoa.
Tim: Buttocks, flex.
Jill: Ah.
Tim: Three-point crab. [boys yell]
Jill: Whoa. Very scary. Incredible. Ten points.
Tim: [Austrian accent] I pump for you, my little edelweiss. [walks out the door sideways] Vere's de oil?
Jill: Well, stick around, I'll smear you with bacon grease.
Tim: I'll be back.