Jill: What can I say? I'm not a phone person, you know. You gotta stop what you're doing, and find change, and dial all those numbers...
Jill: Do you act like this when you're at Wilson's?
Willow: What's wrong with how I'm acting?
Jill: You're not being considerate of other people's feelings. You're not taking responsibility for your actions. You're 26 years old, Willow. It's time to grow up.
Willow: Hey, lighten up. You're not my mother.
Jill: I know. I know. Look, I'm talking to you as your friend. Remember you said you wanted to move to be around people who cared about you? Well, we care about you. So, if you disappear or don't check in, that affects people.
Willow: I'm sorry. I mean, I know Uncle Wilson's a worrier. I didn't realize that you guys would be worried, too.
Jill: Wilson is like family to us. That makes you family.
Willow: Wow. That means a lot to me. I mean, I've never really had a family. At least not one who cared enough to go out looking for me.
Jill: Well, you have that now. And that means you gotta learn to pick up a phone, OK?