Jill: I do not want to hang around the hotel while you get to go off and do all the cool stuff.
Tim: Oh, cool stuff?
Jill: Yes.
Tim: In the desert, it's hot. You know how you are. "It's so hot. My hair is so sandy and my skin's so dry, it's like a pair of alligator shoes. Look at this. It's cracking."
Jill: Tim, that is not me - that's you.