Somewhere in a typical suburban household, John sits astride a ladder
balancing some dangerous looking power tools and is running a severe
risk of self-electrocution. Enter Jill, Stage Left, Looking very
bedraggled, and not happy.
Jill: There's trouble with the car. It has water in the carburetor.
John: Water in the carburetor? That's ridiculous.
Jill: I tell you the car has water in the carburetor.
John: You don't even know what a carburetor is. I'll check it out.
Where's the car?
Jill: In the pool.