Jill: That's not how we do things in my family. We don't talk about our feelings. You know that.
Tim: Yes, I do know that. And this happens every time your mom comes to visit.
Jill: And where does she get off, losing all that weight?
Tim: You said she looks spectacular.
Jill: Feeds me chicken, fried steak and gravy for 20 years. Shows up here all thin, with drums.
Tim: Oh.
Jill: Tells me my house looks... "nice."
Tim: You know, I know what's going on here. You know what's going on here? You know exactly what's go...
Jill: What, Tim?
Tim: I have no opinion.