Tim: Thought you and the boys were staying at that motel.
Jill: I was, but every time I went into the bathroom there and looked into the sink and didn't see your shaving stubble, I got depressed. I really missed you. I decided that I'd rather have you and no water than water and no you.
Tim: Now you have us both. The water's on, and here I am.
Jill: I'm sorry I got mad and left.
Tim: That's OK.
Jill: You know, it wasn't you that I was mad at, it was just the remodel.
Tim: No, no. I can't give birth. It's a problem in my gut with a visceral thing. It's really, really hard to explain.
Jill: Don't try.