Jill: Heart attack? I can't believe this, I just talked to him, he sounded fine.
Tim: I know.
Jill: What about Mom? I should...
Tim: She's holding up real well. She's holding up real well. [Jill cries on Tim's shoulder] I booked you on a morning flight, OK? As soon I tie-up the loose ends here, I'll bring the boys. We'll head out tomorrow afternoon.
Jill: [cries] OK. OK. Oh, no! Oh, no!
Tim: It's OK. I'll pack. You don't have to worry about a thing. I'll do...
Jill: No. You don't understand. Dad called and asked if he could come visit here. I made up that story about how I was sick. How could I do that?
Tim: You didn't know this was going to happen. You just needed time for yourself. There's nothing wrong with that.
Jill: Don't you understand? I could've seen him one more time. I could've told him that I loved him. The last thing that I said to my father was a lie!
Tim: Hey, hey, hey, hey... [Jill sobs]

Tim: Need help with that collar?
Randy: No, Dad. I know how to iron for a funeral. You just set the dial to "stiff."
Tim: Randy?
Randy: Yeah, Dad. I don't know why I'm making these stupid jokes.
Tim: It's OK. Sometimes making jokes is a way to deal with the loss of somebody. You know, that's how you grieve. I did the same thing at my dad's funeral.
Randy: Oh, yeah. I mean, now that you talk about it, I remember at Aunt Rita's funeral, you had some good jokes. And you killed.
Tim: The truth is, in these situations, you got to be careful who you make the jokes around.
Randy: Dad, I know. I mean, I would never say this kind of stuff around Grandma.
Tim: And make no jokes around your mom, or Mark, or anybody sensitive. Just do 'em around me.

Minister: Come on, everyone. Who has a story about Colonel Patterson they'd like to share? [Tim raises his hand] Tim.
Tim: Oh... remember the first time that Jill brought me to meet the colonel?
Jill: Oh, yeah. I remember that.
Tim: When Jill finally left us alone, the colonel turned to me and said from the bottom of his heart, [deep voice] "Son, how much will it take for you to turn around and never come back?" But it was years later, he gave me the best compliment ever, he said, [deep voice] "Son, ten grand! That's my final offer! You can't handle the truth!"

Jill: No, Mom. When Dad called to ask if you all could come up and visit, I said that I was sick. I made that up.
Lillian: You didn't want us to visit you?
Jill: No, Mom. It just... It wasn't a good time. I thought you might have understand, but I didn't have the guts to say no to Dad!
Lillian: Well, your father was not an easy man to say no to.
Jill: Well, maybe not. But now the last memory I have of my father is lying to him.
Lillian: Jill, what do you suppose would've happened if you'd told the colonel the truth?
Jill: I don't know! He probably would've understood.
Lillian: [chuckles] I don't think we're talking about the same colonel.
Jill: Well, how do you think he would've reacted?
Lillian: He would've said, "What do you mean you want time for yourself? We'll be there at 0800 and we're bivouacking in Brad's room."
Jill: That does sound like Dad.

Lillian: Oh, he always had to have everything his own way. It could be 20 below zero and he'd still want the window open at night. You remember when he went in for his knee surgery?
Jill: Oh, yeah. He yelled at that surgeon because the scalpel wasn't shiny enough.
Lillian: And then he told the doctor to drop and give him 20 on the operating room floor.
Jill: I guess Dad could be kinda pushy sometimes.
Lillian: He was pushy, he was stubborn, he was hotheaded, and he drove me crazy. And I miss him so much...
Jill: Oh, Mom. I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry.
Lillian: Now, Jill, you have always been a wonderful daughter. And the last thing your father would want would be for you to... torture yourself over a silly little fib.
Jill: I love you, Mom.
Lillian: I love you too, honey.

Brad: You lied to Grandpa.
Jill: I didn't exactly lie.
Randy: Well, then what exactly did you do?
Tim: There's a very good explanation for this. What is it?
Jill: I'm really burned out from school. I need time for myself. But if I told that to your grandpa, it would have hurt his feelings.
Randy: So when we get older and we don't want you to visit, can we lie?
Jill: Randy, when your father and I get older, you won't have to lie because you're going to want to be around us all the time. Because we're gonna be just as cool as we are right now. Right, Tim? I'm dyin' here, aren't l? [they nod]
Tim: All you're missing is the headstone.

Jill: Mom...
Lillian: Honey, you look so pale. You know, this flu that's going around...
Jill: Mom, it's not the flu. Now, look, there's something that I have to tell you. I lied to Dad.
Lillian: Oh, Jill, relax. He found out a long time ago that you vote Democrat.

Jill: You know, I thought I would feel so much better when I told Mom the truth, but... now I just feel sadder.
Tim: It's understandable. You're allowing yourself to grieve.
Jill: Yeah, I guess. You've been so great.
Tim: [inquisitive grunt]
Jill: Oh, yeah. You took care of all the travel arrangements. You took care of the boys. You took care of me.
Tim: I did what I had to. I didn't think twice about it, honey. Come on.
Jill: That's what makes it so wonderful. That I can count on you when I need you the most.
Tim: I'm just sorry you had to be reminded of that fact on such a sad occasion.
Jill: Listen to you. You're saying all the right things.
Tim: Enjoy it while you can. I don't know where it's coming from. But I'm sure it's not gonna last.

Jill: This last month has been so horrible. But now, next week, all I have to do is relax.
Tim: That's it. You just sit back and relax, honey. [telephone rings] Would you get that for me? Well, heck! Why don't I get it? [answers phone] Hello? [deep voice] Yes, colonel, it's me. Yeah. I'm right here. You don't have to yell at me. [to Jill] It's your dad. [on the phone] Uh-huh. This weekend? Uh-huh. [to Jill] They have frequent flier mileage that's gonna expire. They want to come this weekend. [Jill gestures to Tim] You... l... What...? Why don't I let Jill tell you the good news? You talk... He's your dad!
Jill: [takes the phone] Hi, Daddy. There's nothing that I would like more than to have you come visit, but I'm sick. Yeah. [coughing] Yeah. A head cold. You know, cough. Flu. I think I have an ear infection. [sniffs] Oh, yeah.
I'm so sorry. [sniffs] Oh, well, thank you. I'm sure I'll feel better soon. OK. Bye. [exhales heavily]

Wilson: Well, hi-ho, good neighbor.
Tim: Hi there, Wilson. Well, did Al and Heidi find something at your garage sale that they liked?
Wilson: Oh, yes, indeed. I thought you might be interested in this. This is a handmade wooden throne.
Tim: Well, it's nice, but if I'm going to be sitting on a throne, it's gonna be porcelain, my friend.