Jill: Tim, this is a disaster. We haven't done one thing about Mom and Dad's party. If I don't get them to stop fighting it's never gonna happen.
Tim: OK, OK. You got to do what I do to stop my brothers from fighting.
Jill: What's that?
Tim: Crack open a six pack, roll up a wet towel, and snap each other on the butt raising a welt you can be proud of.
Jill: I don't think that's gonna work on my sisters.
Tim: Too bad. They got some great targets.
Jill: Tim.
Tim: All right, all right. You gotta lay down the law with these girls, all right? It's our house. You tell them nobody's allowed to fight in this house. Except you and me.