Brennan came in with the groceries. "Booth, why is there a lake in the middle of the kitchen floor?"
Booth was lying on the floor, with his head under the kitchen sink. "I think you're exaggerating about the amount of water. That's a puddle."
"There is water 7 centimeters deep over at least 2 meters of the floor."
"See, I told you it wasn't that much. I'm trying to fix the garbage disposal. It detached from the drain in the sink."
"How does that make a lake in the kitchen?"
"I kind of forgot to disconnect the water before I disconnected the pipe. But I'll clean it all up."
"Are you sure you know how to fix the disposal? Where's your idiot plumber book?"
"I lent my plumbing book to Wendell so he can work on their house. Seriously, this is easy."
"Why don't you call a plumber? I'm not sure it's a good idea for you to be down there on your back."
"Do you know how much a plumber would charge to come out on a Saturday morning? 200 bucks just to show up. I can fix it myself for a lot less. Besides, guys like to fix stuff in their own houses, remember? It makes us feel one with the Universe."
"If all the water damages the floor and you hurt your back it will be more than 200 dollars and we'll still have a broken disposal. Remember when we tried to fix the plumbing in your apartment?"
"Yeah, but that place was old. Anyway, while you've been fretting about it, I've fixed the problem. The disposal is back where it's supposed to be." Booth flipped the disposal switch and turned on the faucet. Water sprayed everywhere, soaking him to the skin.
Brennan laughed. "I'll call the plumber."