Jill: Why are you hiding the paper?
Tim: I'm not hiding the paper.
Jill: Yes, you are.
Tim: I'm trying to protect you from all the bad news in this crazy, mixed-up world.
Jill: Oh, my God, it's you.
Tim: And a lovely picture, isn't it?
Jill: You're in my car. But I had the keys. How did you...? You hotwired my car?!
Randy: Mom, go easy on him. He's a sick, sick man.