Jill: Wilson, what smells so good?
Wilson: Well, I'm making cider for the Hamtramck Apple Festival. It's my second try. You know, it's amazing how one bad apple can spoil the whole bunch.
Jill: Tell me about it. I just single-handedly destroyed the whole psychology profession.
Wilson: Oh, well, that's very impressive for a student. Can you imagine the damage you can do when you actually get a license?

Jill: Wilson, of course you're right. I'm so sorry.
Wilson: Well, I'm sorry, neighborette, but, I guess, even I sometimes need somebody to open up to.
Jill: Well, you can open up to me any time. Of course, I don't know why you'd want to.
Wilson: Jill, if I wasn't comfortable talking to you, I couldn't have snapped the way I did.
Jill: Really?
Wilson: Really. You know, you're a very good listener. I think you'll make a very fine therapist.
Jill: Thank you, Wilson.

Jill: I still feel bad about Heidi, though.
Wilson: Well, why don't you take her a peace offering of some nice apple cider? This is a secret family recipe.
Jill: It smells so good. What's in it?
Wilson: Yeah, like I'd tell you.

Heidi: First we yelled and then, we cried, but then we really started to examine our whole relationship.
Jill: Tim and I have found that fighting really helps our relationship. In fact, if we don't fight for awhile, we really start to miss it.
Tim: I don't miss it.
Jill: Yes, you do.
Tim: No, I don't.
Jill: Yeah, you do. Yeah, the important thing is that you and Scott are on the right track.
Tim: No, I don't.

Tim: Sounds great, Scott. I can't thank you enough for re-jetting the carburetor for me.
Scott: Hey, no problem. No problem. Now, what should I do with all these leftover parts?
Tim: [grunts] Oh, no!
Scott: I'm just kidding you, buddy. Just kidding you.
Tim: You really know your stuff. I'm really happy Heidi married a car guy.
Scott: Well, she said you'd have fired her if she didn't.

Wendy: Anyway, it was late, and Scott and I were really hungry, so we ended up going out for dinner and drinks and... Then, the next thing you know...
Jill: You slept together.
Wendy: Yeah.
Wendy: Well, he was a little hesitant, but I just could not stop myself. I mean, he is so sweet and so gorgeous. And he has just got the greatest hair, I mean...
Jill: Yeah, blond, big shoulders, and that whole... I'm just guessing.

Wendy: Well, anyway, we had a great time together and... Look what he surprised me with.
Jill: An owl?
Wendy: Well, do you think there's any significance to the owl?
Jill: Well, perhaps in his mind, it represents a clandestine relationship taking place under the cover of darkness.
Wendy: Or he just likes hooters.
Jill: Yeah.

Tim: Oh. You can't listen to this woman. I mean, she's in for therapy. Obviously, she's a little off-kilter. Probably desperate. I mean, why else would she be going to a student therapist when she could get a real one? [off Jill's look] Because there's a lot of damn good ones out there, right? Yeah!

Jill: What if the affair is still going on? What are we going to do about Heidi?
Tim: Nothing! It's not the same Scott!
Jill: How do you know? How can you be so sure?
Tim: Honey, listen to me. When you work on a car with a guy, you get to know him. You share secrets. I would have known.

Jill: Tim, I know you like to think the best of your car guys, but I'm absolutely certain it's him. You gotta talk to Heidi.
Tim: I'm not talking to Heidi.
Jill: You can't talk to Heidi.
Tim: I can't talk to Heidi.
Jill: It'll hurt her. You gotta talk to Scott.
Tim: I'm not talking to Scott.
Jill: No, you can't talk to Scott.
Tim: I can't, no.
Jill: And it violates my doctor/patient confidentiality with Wendy.