Tim: Bet you can't guess what I've got.
Jill: Seven roses, sixteen daisies, two tulips and a couple of sprigs of baby's-breath.
Tim: Right on the money.
Marie: That's amazing!
Jill: No, it's not that unusual. This is the 29th time I've gotten that exact same bouquet of flowers. Lou the florist calls it his "Tim Taylor Foot-in-the-Mouth" special.
Tim: Don't knock it. Because of this bouquet, Lou has been able to send his son to a fabulous trade school. He's a turret lathe operator now.
Marie: Well, at least you get flowers. Joe gives me a string of sausage and a side of bacon.
Tim: See how lucky you are? Joe screws up, a pig dies.