Tim: Hi, honey.
Jill: Oh. Look what I got for you - the thickest slab o' beef in all Detroit and your seasoning.
Tim: We gotta cancel the steak, cancel the seasoning, and, as much as I don't wanna say it, cancel our shellac party in the garage.
Jill: What are you talking about?
Tim: Harry had a heart attack.
Jill: Harry the hardware store guy?
Tim: He's OK, though. He's all right. It was a minor heart attack. It was like a wake-up call for me. I could've been the guy on the floor getting mouth-to-mouth by a 250-pound plumber.