Tim: [on alarm] Get away from the house! The police are on their way!
Jill: Oh, my God! Oh, my God! There's someone downstairs!
Tim: Uh, uh... Stay here. I'll go down there. I'll get him.
Jill: [holds hair dryer and hair spray] Here, wait! Take this.
Tim: What am I gonna do - style him to death?