Jill: Stacey, I gotta tell you, I have always felt so awkward about what happened all those years ago with you and Tim and me...
Tim: Honey, come on, come on. This is water under the bridge, isn't it? Water under the bridge. Down the river, through the village, past the treatment point, out to sea.
Stacey: Well, it wouldn't have been so bad if I'd just known it was over.
Tim: Oh, boy! Oh, boy! Oh, boy!
Jill: Wait a minute. Wait a minute. He told me that he told you that he called you, and told you that it was over.
Tim: Why are we dragging up all these old memories?
Stacey: No, he never called.
Jill: You never called her? I thought you were better than that.
Tim: I'm not.