Wilson: Oh, good God! How much longer must I endure this madness? Bells and whistles and little men popping up at all hours of the night?
Jill: I am so sorry, Wilson. I don't want to upset you. You're the only neighbor who is still speaking to us.
Wilson: Well, I am about one siren blast away from going over to the other side.
Jill: Well, I'm about ready to join you.