Molly: I'm Molly.
Tim: Good golly. [Molly laughs] [to Jill:] This is Molly.
Molly: And who are you?
Jill: I'm Tim's wife, Jill.
Molly: Who's Tim?
Jill: The man you're holding hands with.
Molly: Oh! I'm sorry. I thought you were Randy.
Tim: We've a 12-year-old boy named Randy.
Molly: 12? No, the Randy Taylor I've been corresponding with over the computer is a dermatologist.
Tim: Honey, has Randy been skipping the sixth grade and going to medical school again?