Lucille: You were waiting for me, weren't you?
Tim: No. I was working on the hot rod. What were you doing out so late?
Lucille: When you used to go out late, what were you doing?
Tim: Well, I... Let's not go... Let's not go there.
Lucille: Art and I closed down the bar. He's so easy to talk to. Do you know it has been ages since I've spent time alone with a man?
Tim: [whistles] Let's not go there, either.
Lucille: I think I'll head up to bed. Do you mind if I go there?