Jill: He is so pathetic. A beautiful woman strokes his ego, and he starts strutting around like he's God's gift to cable television.
Al: Well, I'm sure you have nothing to worry about.
Jill: I didn't say I was worried. Should I be worried?
Al: No, you shouldn't be worried. I'm not worried.
Jill: It's OK with me if he wants to go around acting like an idiot.
Al: Does it all the time.
Jill: Well, as long as he doesn't send out any signals that he's interested in her.
Al: No. Definitely not sending out signals. No. [chuckles] But if he was, which he's not, what kind of signals would those be?
Jill: Well, when Tim was first interested in me, he would do things like brush the hair out of my eyes and tuck it behind my ear. Or when he held the door open for me, he'd guide me through by gently touching the small of my back.
Al: You know, when I was first dating Ilene, I had some pretty smooth moves of my own.
Jill: Yeah?
Al: There was this one night at miniature golf, I gave her this kind of subtle come-hither look as we stood by the windmill.
Tim: [enters] I see the chafing's back, Al.