Tim: I'll be writing my obituary if I can't patch things up with Jill.
Wilson: Uh-oh. What's wrong now?
Tim: I promised her I wouldn't drive her new Austin-Healey.
Wilson: Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. I thought I saw a picture of you driving the Healey in the Metro section.
Tim: So did she. I can't figure it out. I get near her car, I take over.
Wilson: Uh-huh. Mm-hmm, mm-hmm, mm-hmm. Same thing happened when Harry bought his truck and Al bought his Gremlin.
Tim: I love cars.
Wilson: Well, maybe you shouldn't love other people's cars so much.
Tim: That's my problem. I'm a man who loves too much. My love is hurting other people.
Wilson: So, I think maybe you should apologize to all the people you've wronged automotivally.
Tim: That could take years.
Wilson: Start with Jill.
Tim: That could take years.