Jill: Why didn't you just cancel this party? Why couldn't you just take care of me? Why do you always do things like this?
Tim: You ask interesting questions, honey. What are your theories?
Jill: That you are an idiot. And I am a bigger idiot for letting you talk me into this stuff.
Tim: Well, this isn't all my fault. The only reason those guys went upstairs is because our TV exploded. What are the chances of that happening?
Jill: In this house?