Jill: Tim, just leave it alone. I'm fine with my car the way it is. Mind your own business.
Tim: You know what's gonna happen. That scratch is gonna rust. That rust will cause corrosion, which will eat away at the car, which will, in turn, eat away at me, leaving me a sad, pathetic, worthless man who just sits around the house moaning, "My car is wearing makeup. My car has got makeup."
Jill: Just take the keys. Oh, and while you're out, pick me up some green eye shadow. I noticed a nick on your lawn mower and I wanna touch it up.