Wilson: You know, I know I was being stubborn about this greenhouse, but there was a reason.
Tim: I know. Christmas, '85, I shot the Lamb of God right through your living room window.
Wilson: No. No.
Tim: Well, what was the reason then?
Wilson: You know, when my wife was alive, we always dreamed of having our own greenhouse where we could grow the plants we saw all over the world.
Tim: So you wanted to build this in honor of Katherine?
Wilson: Yeah. She drew that sketch.
Tim: The one I called stupid.
Wilson: Yes.
Tim: I feel terrible. I wouldn't... I'm sorry. Why didn't you just tell me this?
Wilson: Well, Tim, sometimes it's difficult for me to talk about my past.
Tim: I guess you and I just weren't in the backyard at the right time.