Al: Maybe Jill would like to join us.
Tim: No, she wouldn't.
Jill: Oh, thanks, Al. I love poker.
Tim: Hey, you can't sit down at this table unless you can bench press 150 pounds. [Al goes to stand up] Al, sit down.
Jill: Come on, Tim, I can play poker. What are you doing here? You want Chicago, high-low, anaconda, what?
Al: What's anaconda?
Tim: It's a snake, Al. Now, shut up for a minute. You can't play at this table unless you know the compression ratio of a 327 Chevy engine.
Fred: Boy, you are really tough on your wife.
Tim: Oh, talk about it, Mr. Three-Alimony-Payment Man. I'm very good to my wife.