Jill: So you, uh, put a lot of work into that car.
Tim: Not really. Just had to remove the damaged short block, get all the damaged parts out, got a new short block, had it milled and bored for me. New piston rings, connecting rods, main bearings, oil pump, fuel pump, water pump, upper motor, polish and port the heads, a new canooter valve, rewired it, add more... Add a little more power, but that's about it, hon.
Jill: I didn't realize that that little oil light could be such a big problem.
Tim: It's just a car, honey. It's not a human being. It's not like the human being I love more than anything else in the world. You know why I like tools? Because they fix things. Tear down a motor, see the problem. It's right there - boom, it's fixed. I wish I could fix things between us that easily.
Jill: Is that an apology?
Tim: I don't think I can apologize enough for the things I do. All I can offer is a lifetime of grovelling at your feet.
Jill: That'd be a start.
Jill: I promise in the future I will always put oil in the car.
Tim: And I'll say nice things about your hair.
Jill: While grovelling?
Tim: You bet. [they hug] I'm... I'm prepared to offer cash gifts.