Wilson: Noel not going so well?
Randy: No. I had this great picture of what it would be like coming home for Christmas, so far it hasn't been like that at all.
Wilson: Well, things are bound to be different with Marty and the twins living in the house.
Randy: It's not that. It's just ever since I got home, I just feel like I don't fit anymore.
Wilson: In what way?
Randy: You know, everyone's so busy doing their own thing. I mean, no one cares about what's going on with me. Every time I say something, they look at me like I'm from Mars.
Wilson: Ah, been there.
Randy: I guess it's like Thomas Wolfe wrote, You Can't Go Home Again.
Wilson: Well, that's very good, Randy, but Frank Baum wrote, "There's no place like home."
Randy: What do you think?
Wilson: Well, I think you can go home again as long as you realize you may not be coming home to the same home.