Jill: Tim, why don't you just admit it? There is no way we're gonna make it to Stone Creek Lodge.
Tim: Oh, yes, we are. All we got to do is find the car, get the food, bring it down here, cook a lunch, make a video, pack it up, put the kids in the car, take them to Aunt Helen's, and we whisk away to the romantic weekend at the Stone Creek Lodge just like I promised. No matter what you think, we're going.
Jill: Well, I don't think it's gonna happen.
Tim: Well, I'm gonna make it happen.
Jill: Tim, you already burned up your socks, you lost your rod and reel, now you can't find the car. You're trying to do too much. It's not gonna happen.
Tim: You're insinuating this is my fault?
Jill: No, I'm not insinuating it's your fault. I'm saying it. It's your fault. You, fault. You. Your fault.