Jill: Well, Tim, if the boys don't want to go, maybe we should just all stay home.
Tim: No! When your sister gets here, she goes, Charlie stays. It's a man's night tonight.
Jill: "Man's night."
Tim: Yeah. Man's night. Cigars, smoke, scratching parts of you, burping, body noises without any kind of apology. "Oh, excuse me. I'm sorry. I fluffed."
Jill: How is that different from any other night?
Tim: Well, there'll be other men doing it with me.