Mrs. Keeney: Mr. Taylor. Mr. Taylor, would you come out here, please?
Tim: Me?
Mrs. Keeney: Yes. You seem to be enjoying yourself.
Tim: Totally, babe.
Mrs. Keeney: Well, why don't we put all of our creative energies to good use?
Tim: And refinish the floor.
Mrs. Keeney: No. Let's use our imagination.
Tim: All right.
Mrs. Keeney: We're in New York.
Tim: Give me your wallet.