Jill: You are completely avoiding your emotions. I know you've gotta be feeling something.
Tim: I'm feeling like playing a little basketball. And I wish everybody would mind their own business about this. John is dead. He's gone. End of the line. Next stop, tool heaven!
[Tim walks out and closes the door. A moment later, he walks back in and heads towards Jill]
Tim: Ball.
[After Jill throws him the ball, Tim leaves again]