Hallie: All that stuff you were talkin' about in Tucson...about slowing down, and rocking chairs on the front porch...well, I guess it just got to me, Bret. And you made Sweetwater sound like such a dear little town.
Bret: And it is a dear little town, but it's my dear little town. I saw it first. Nice try, Hallie, but no cigar.
Bret: Turn the water off, Hallie. Your tears haven't bothered me since Atlanta.