Jill: So, Tim, you're sure that you're OK about not going into space?
Tim: [o.s.] Absolutely. What's a historic space flight compared with hanging out with your hairless offspring?
Jill: You have no regrets?
Tim: [o.s.] No. You know, why do you keep harping on this?
Jill: I don't know. I just keep picking up these little signals.
Tim: [wearing his NASA uniform] I don't know what you're talking about. I'm gonna need some more Tang, instantly.