Diane: Why does my birthday party have a ball pit?
Mr. PB: So I could get these T-shirts made.
Mr. PB: Also, you once told me that when you were a little girl，
you dreamed of living in a house that had a ballroom.
Diane: A ballroom is not a room full—No!
Mr. PB: Heads up! Yes!
Diane: Mr. Peanutbutter, some part of you
must have known I wouldn’t like any of this.
Mr. PB: But I went balls to the wall for this party.
Mr. PB:Literally, there are balls all the way to the wall.
Diane: Right, but I’ve told you so many times, I don't like parties.
Mr. PB: But it’s the thought that counts, right?
Diane: That’s exactly— The thought was…
a ball pit
get something done
go balls to the wall
it's the thought that counts