Tim: You know what gives me the blues? Women. Jill in particular. She likes to talk everything to death. And she wants to know what I feel, how I feel, when I feel it. Nag, nag, nag, nag, nag.
Wilson: Well, Tim, is it nagging or is Jill searching for intimacy?
Tim: Nagging. See, I had this problem. Not a big one, I just didn't want to let her know about it. But she dragged it out of me, and when I told her what it was, she jumps down my throat, totally overreacted.
Wilson: Well, maybe Jill's got a touch of the blues herself.
Tim: Why would she have the blues?
Wilson: Oh, Tim, I don't know. I just know that Mahalia Jackson, the great singer, said having the blues is like being in a deep pit yelling for help.
Tim: So when she's yelling at me, maybe she's just crying out for help?
Wilson: Well, there's only one way to find out, Tim. Talk to her.
Tim: [grunts] No more talk. I am not talking anymore.