Tim: I'm not superstitious. This is your fault.
Jill: Mine?
Tim: Yes. You were the one that planted the idea of bad luck in my mind and let the ergo out of my subconscious. [Jill scoffs] Hey, hey, hey, hey.
Jill: I did what?
Tim: Don't deny this. You and I are a lot different because I don't buy into that hocus-pocus jazz. What?
Jill: Is that garlic I smell?
Tim: That's a cologne.