Jill: Look, if you didn't want to go rafting, why didn't you just tell me?
Tim: Oh, that would've gone over real well. "Honey, I know you busted your butt planning this whole thing, but I want to go to a NASCAR race by myself and feast on aerosol cheese."
Jill: Honey, it was your birthday. We could've done what you wanted.
Tim: It still is my birthday, and I want to stay in this bus.
Jill: I can't believe after 19 years of marriage, you still can't be honest with me.
Tim: I'm being honest with you right now.
Jill: Too late!