Jill: Gosh, I loved that piano.
Tim: Mm-hm.
Jill: And Dad got transferred to a base in Europe and gave it away! I was so upset I cried all the way to Italy.
Wilson: Mm-hm-hm-hm-hm.
Tim: [mimics Wilson] Mm-hm-hm-hm-hm. Kind of reminds me of my first scroll saw.
Jill: Your parents gave it away?
Tim: No, no. I left it at the playground. I put a small motor in the teeter-totter. I shot this kid halfway across the parking lot. When I got back to the playground, it was gone. I always wanted to track that thing down.
Jill: Have you noticed when I tell you a story about me, we wind up talking about you?
Tim: Never noticed. [Jill walks away] Good going, Wilson. Maybe next time you'll keep your "hm-hm-hms" to yourself.
Wilson: Well, I am sorry, neighbor.
Tim: OK. Your keys. [Wilson lets go of the balloons] [balloons popping]