Jill: Now, look, my pottery teacher said that I should work where the creative energy feels the strongest. And since Paris is out of the question, I picked the garage and I really like it.
Tim: Well, I... I don't think it's creative energy you're sensing. This is grease energy. It's... It's man energy, and it's... Boy, it's tough, even for a woman like you. This'd suck the estrogen right out of you, honey.
Jill: What you really mean is that it's your garage and I don't belong here.
Tim: What I really mean is it's our garage, and you don't belong out here.