Tim: A 1957 Ford Fairlane 500 Skyliner. It was two-tone, deep emerald green and ivory.
Jill: Why are you thinking about that?
Tim: Uh... That was the... That was the car that Dad and my brothers, we used to goof around with on Saturdays. And, God, it was... It was a hardtop convertible. Those are tough to get. You can't find them. Boy, that was a great car. You know, and then, you know, he died. Uncle Harry took the car and he sold it. We never seen it again. And that was the best thing I ever remember about my dad.
Jill: Honey, isn't that the perfect reason for you to sign a will?
Tim: Well, that would be the perfect reason. Sure.
Jill: Then why don't you sign it?
Tim: Dad was, uh... only three years older than I am now when he died. And he had all boys and I have all boys. And he, you know, he built a Ford in the garage and... I got a Ford in the garage, and I don't want my kids growing up without their dad, and I kinda figure that if I sign that will it means I'm gonna die.
Jill: But you know that's not true. Besides there's... there's one big difference between you and your father.
Tim: What's that?
Jill: His car worked.
Tim: I miss my dad an awful lot, honey.