Jill: Well, that's the last time you drive. I swear, when we went over that bump, I heard something crack.
Tim: That was just the sound of the car enjoying itself.
Jill: No, that was the sound of you enjoying racing that guy to the parking-lot exit. You always turn driving into a competition.
Tim: I do not.
Jill: Yes, you do. Yes, you do. Remember the other day, that 17-year-old pulled up in that Camaro, and you got that stupid look on your face?
Tim: Which stupid look?
Jill: One of your stupider ones. You know, that one where you curl your lip up like this and you got, like, that cocky head-roll thing.
Tim: That's my Elvis. You can't beat the king, man. You can't beat the king.