Jill: I mean, here I am trying to get these two people together and all he can think about is this hunk of metal in the garage.
Wilson: Well, that's because to him it's more than just a hunk of metal. To Tim, it's a 1934 Roadster Street Rod, Mystic Midnight Blue, queen bee headlights, suicide doors with hidden hinges, rolled rear pan... [grunts] Oh, yes...
Jill: I know it's important to him. So he lost a day. Big deal. You know, he's taking this so personally.
Wilson: You know, Jill.... the Navajo Indians believe that when a craftsman makes a basket or a sand painting, his spirit actually enters the object and he becomes a part of it.
Jill: So you're saying that the two become one?
Wilson: That's about it.
Jill: So by dismissing the object, I've been dismissing the man. Thank you, Wilson. [goes back inside]
Wilson: Jill? Jill? The burger?