Tim: But this is, get this, my first car.
Jill: Your first car, your third car, your 20-third car...
Tim: No, no, no. You don't understand. This is the first car I ever owned. It's that old Corvair.
Jill: Honey, you don't have the time to work on this car. And we don't have the space to store it until you have the time. We certainly don't have the money. I mean, it'll cost a fortune to restore it. And we gotta save that money for the kids' college funds.
Tim: Okay, okay. I understand all that. But this is fate. I mean, what are the odds of me crossing paths with my old Corvair?
Jill: Better than the odds of me letting you bring it home.