Jill: Mark, come on. It's just you and me now doing all this work. Will you bring the paint out to the garage while I move the hot rod?
Mark: I can't. I'm going over to Billy's.
Jill: Right. And leave me alone here to do all the work on your pageant.
Mark: Yep. [off Jill's look] Oh, well, now I think about it, I'd much rather stay here with you.