Judith: Jill has told me so much about you. It's all been great.
Wilson: Well, I am flattered.
Judith: The only thing she didn't tell me is your last name.
Wilson: It's Wilson.
Judith: Oh, I thought that was your first name.
Wilson: Wilson is my first name.
Tim: Well, it's not that unusual. I'm actually Tim Tim. This is Jill Jill. [Jill nudges Tim] Sorry sorry.

Jill: Judith says that Wilson has a problem with intimacy.
Tim: Oh! So he can't... Oh. Oh, God. Oh! Oh! Well... Oh, honey! I mean, I would have never known. He wouldn't talk about something like that. Oh, no wonder he's got all this... Probably an old war injury or something, huh?
Jill: Not that kind of intimacy! I'm talking about emotional intimacy.
Tim: Oh, thank God it's nothing important. Whoo!

Jill: He doesn't share his feelings. She's spent every day of the last two weeks with him and she feels she doesn't know who he is.
Tim: Well, tell her I've spent the last 15 years with him, and I don't know who he is. It doesn't hurt our relationship.
Jill: I think that she wants something more from the relationship. She wants to go to the next level.
Tim: What is it with women and the "next level"? What's wrong with the level we're on? Just take the elevator and leave us the heck alone. Hm?
Jill: Every time she asks him about himself, all he does is intellectualize or say something weird.
Tim: He always says something weird. That's what makes Wilson Wilson Wilson.