Jess: All right, now remember, Jeff Day is a lovable schnook, who makes sausage in his spare time. You work for the phone company, so you call the phones "units." All right, what's my back story?
Nick: Units, that's good. Uh, you're my wife. You spend all day making sausages, and clucking with the other hens on the kitchen unit.
Jess: No, no. I'm a disgraced ice-skating sensation. I got ex-communicated from the sport for protesting that nudie fabric. And then I broke my butt.
Nick: Right, and which toe is webbed?
Jess: Ugh, Nick, that's real life. Ugh. This is gonna be a disaster. Abort, abort.