Tim: Slippery Steve's Snowmobiles. He doesn't generally rent them, but for me he will make an exception.
Jill: It is so great to be married to a man with that kind of power.
Tim: But I must learn to use my power for good, not evil.
Jill: And the good would be?
Tim: How about a snowmobile party for Randy's birthday.
Randy: Dad, I don't know about a snowmobile party.
Tim: Come on, think about it. There's no better way to say happy birthday than saying it at 85 miles an hour, blistering across the tundra, icicles frozen to your face. "I can't see anything!"
Randy: As good as that sounds, I was thinking about having a boy-girl party in the basement.
Tim: Girls love snowmobiles.
Jill: What girls?
Tim: Snowmobile chicks.