Jill: Look, I just want to know that we can still talk about this.
Tim: Why didn't you just say it like that?
Jill: You wouldn't let me. You shut the door and put a big fat guy in front of it.
Tim: Holding Al's mom. So, I should just leave the door open?
Jill: I just want you to listen. What would happen if we had another boy? The last thing in the world this house needs is more testosterone. It's practically dripping down the walls as it is.
Tim: [grunts] Yeah. There's hair growing on that wall right there.

Tim: Oh, shut the blinds, let the whole neighborhood know there's something going on in here.
Jill: Come here, Mr. Immortal.
Tim: [grunts] Mnh-mnh-mnh-mnh. [they kiss] Did you brush your teeth?
Jill: Tim, I just brushed 'em.
Tim: Could you brush 'em again, please? And get that stinky stuff way in the back.
Jill: Well, you've pretty much killed the mood.
Tim: Wait till you walk in there.
[As Jill goes into the bathroom to brush her teeth again, Tim grabs Test Dummy Al and puts him under the covers]
Tim: Come on. I'm waiting, honey. [stands behind the door]
Jill: Well, I brushed, I flossed. I hope that I don't offend you this time. [climbs into bed] So, Al, what are you doing here? It's not Tuesday.