Tim: Whoa!
Jill: Hi, honey.
Tim: The car looks dry.
Jill: It's dry as a bone.
Tim: How'd you do this?
Jill: [holds up hair dryers] I'm packing heat. I even conditioned the leather.
Tim: Oh!
Jill: I came down in the middle of the night and saw you two sleeping on the couch with little pieces of dill stuck to your lips. It was very cute. I didn't have the heart to wake you so I just decided that I would finish it all myself.
Tim: I can't believe you did this.
Jill: Well, after all, it was my fault.
Tim: I don't know, I think I must have some dill in my ear. Could you say that a bit louder?
Jill: Don't push your luck.