[Scene: Campus college. Parking garage.] (Tim is changing Phoebe's car tire.) Tim Cross: Can you hand me the tire iron? (Phoebe picks up a piece and hands it to him.) Phoebe: Uh, yeah, sure. Here. (He turns and looks at it.) Tim Cross: That's a lug bolt. Phoebe: Oh. (Phoebe laughs. Tim reaches for the tire iron.) Tim Cross: That's all right, I got it. (He starts changing the tire.) Phoebe: That's a tire iron, huh? Well, I really appreciate you doing this for me. I mean, I probably could've just called a tow truck, you know? Phoebe: Yeah, pretty dull, huh? Phoebe: To avoid your own dissonance? Piper: Sure.