Tim: Maybe I should whip some up for Jill. She doesn't think I take care of her very well.
Wilson: Well, Tim, it's not uncommon for men to have difficulty being nurturers.
Tim: Yeah, tell me about it. When I was seven years old, a little sparrow fell out of a tree in our backyard. I tried to make it feel better. I stroked its little head for four hours, you know.
Wilson: Oh. What happened?
Tim: I think I pet it too hard. One of the eyes popped right out. But I buried it in a nice shoebox.
Wilson: At least you made the effort, Tim.