Wilson: Hi-ho, good neighbors.
Tim: Hi, Wilson.
Wilson: Pondering a distant galaxy?
Jill: Actually, we're wishing that we were up there. Having a little problem with Brad.
Wilson: He's not eating his veggies?
Jill: No getting married.
Wilson: Married? At Brad's age?
Tim: He'll have to sit at the children's table at his own wedding.