Tim: Look, it's Friday night. Whoever owns this is gonna want it for the weekend. So, I say my guys fix the seat. I put it back where it belongs. We go to Wilson's house. We watch the guilty party come and nab him.
Jill: I don't know. I don't like the idea of spying on my own children.
Tim: Well, there's your mistake, thinking of them as children. If we love them, we gotta think of them as potential felons.
Jill: Don't call my babies "felons."
Tim: I said "potential felons."