Jill: You know, this stuff just... It happens. It just... It's okay. I just... I wish you hadn't done it on our anniversary.
Tim: I wish I hadn't done it at all. You know, because this is the woman I like spending time with, you know? Do you remember the first time I told you I loved you?
Jill: When was that?
Tim: I don't remember, I was hoping you did.
Jill: Oh, Tim.
Tim: I'm kidding. Nineteen years ago. Do you remember? The front porch of your parents' house. That summer place they had. Sitting out there, summertime. Your old man comes crashing out of that screen door with a saber. Chases me off the porch. What's the matter with him, anyway? I never thought I would see you again that night.
Jill: You just did it.
Tim: Now what did I do?
Jill: You just looked at me the way I wanted you to look at me last night.