Tim: Well, I gotta figure out a way to be more flexible with this.
Jill: That would be great.
Tim: I don't want it to end up like in that dream.
Jill: It was that bad?
Tim: It was horrible. Oh, boy. You were gone. Everybody I cared about was gone. I was all alone. I was terrific-looking but I was all alone.
Jill: What did I look like?
Tim: I-I really didn't get a good look at you. Do you remember that old woman in The Waltons?