Jill: Look, I want to tell you a story about when I was 14.
Randy: Oh God, not the flute story again.
Jill: It's not the flute story, OK. Now, this is a story about my mother. She bought me my very first... tuba.
Randy: Oh, this is the flute story!
Jill: It's a good story.
Randy: I know, Mom, but I can't sit through it again.
Jill: You know how much I hate it when you guys fight.
Randy: Well, then you shouldn't be telling it to me, you should be telling your flute story to Mr. Hey Yo Yo.