Jill: Oh, no. You brought him home?
Tim: Jill, he really misses you. He likes you.
Jill: No, he doesn't. He just likes to make fun of me and crush beer cans on his head.
Tim: Well, they gotta be crushed if we're gonna recycle them. I couldn't get rid of him. I couldn't say no. He'll come over, have a beer and that'll be it.
Jill: Okay, but if he crosses the line. I'm personally gonna throw him out.
Tim: What's "crossing the line"?
Jill: Behavior that would be classified as subhuman.
Tim: Can't you be a little more flexible than that?
Jill: One beer and he is gone.