Jill: Oh, Tim! I mean, it took him all his courage, you know, to get out of that cramped, little apartment. Then you kick him out on the street. How could you do that to poor Al?
Tim: Poor Al, my foot. How about poor me? He wants to sue me. And that bonehead would probably take this right to the Supreme Court.
Jill: You won't stand a chance. Sandra Day O'Connor's gonna love Al.
Tim: Gidget?