Tim: That was a very good meal, Patty. Don't you think so, Jill?
Jill: Oh, yeah. Really, really good. OK. I know why he hasn't called. He was on his way to the basketball game. And one of the other kids said, "Let's go to a party instead." So, now they're smoking dope and driving a 180 miles an hour with their butts all smushed up against the windows.
Tim: Well, you know, the Nomad's the perfect car for it. Lots of big windows. Yeah!
Jill: How can you joke at a time like this? Where the hell was that phone call? It's not like him not to call.
Tim: It's a big night for him, okay? He's probably looking for a phone right now.
Jill: Well, I know what we should do. We should call the school and have him just paged at the basketball game.
Tim: Well, that would go over big. [spoon clinks] Johnson shoots a three-pointer. My God, what a shot that was! Look at... oh, hold on a minute. Yeah. Yup. Yup. OK. Brad Taylor, your mommy's on the phone.