Tim: How are you feeling?
Jill: Fine. I wasn't fine when I first heard about the surgery, but once I worked through my feelings, now it's just... I really want to go home.
Tim: I know you're scared.
Jill: What if they take my ovaries? You know, once I get on that table, that doctor has carte blanche.
Tim: Come on, he's not gonna take anything he doesn't need. The guy's not working on commission.
Jill: I don't know. He drives a really nice cervix.
Tim: Lexus.
Jill: I wish my mother lived nearer. She'd be good to have around right now.
Tim: You've had way too much Demerol, my friend. Your mom drives you crazy when you're sick.
Jill: Well, that's just about little things, you know? But this is big. She's good with big.