Jill: How could you blow up my driver's license picture? How could you do that?
Tim: Well, it was better-looking than your passport photo.
Jill: Were there only two choices here? Tim, there's tons of pictures of me in this house.
Tim: Well, I didn't have time.
Jill: Why not?
Tim: Oh. 'cause Marie sprang this on me at the last minute.
Jill: The last minute?
Tim: The very last minute. And if she'd given me some time, I'd have picked out a perfect picture.
Jill: Oh. Oh. So you're just saying this was all Marie's fault.
Tim: Well, I wouldn't want to point the finger at her. In fact, I wouldn't even mention it to her.