Tim: You telling him that you smoked pot, it's like endorsing it.
Jill: He doesn't need my endorsement. He's already doing it.
Tim: OK. OK. Tell him the truth about everything now. How about the first time we had sex? Huh? Rusty's barn dance? [hums conga music] Yeah! How about the time we cheated on our S.A.Ts?
Jill: I didn't cheat on my S.A.Ts.
Tim: Oh, rub that in my face again.