Al: Tim, I am a friend, and I sense that there is something wrong, and I'm going to keep reaching out until you reach back.
Tim: Oh, God.
Al: Share with me, Tim.
Tim: Promise you won't tell anybody?
Al: I promise.
Tim: I came home last night, and Jill told me that she was having an affair with the milkman.
Al: No, I cannot believe that. You have a milkman?
Tim: Not anymore.