Al: Sorry I'm late. I was packing up Mother's house.
Tim: That must've been hard for you, Al.
Al: Well, I got through it okay. But then Trudy came over, and we were going over the guest list for the wedding. And I got this panic attack! I think I'm going through pre-marital stress.
Tim: Ah, PMS.
Al: I just... You know, I need to get through the next two days. You know, come Monday I'll be on my honeymoon, lying on the beach with Trudy, slathering zinc oxide all over my body.
Tim: Boy, thanks for that image.