Margaret: It's been four months since we made close-order drill. (Pause) That's what he used to call it.
B.J.: Margaret, maybe I shouldn't be hearing this. I'm not a licensed innkeeper.
Margaret: Four long months. Sometimes I really miss being held by a man, you know. Having him caress me, kiss me, touch my hair....
B.J.: How 'bout some coffee?
Margaret: It wouldn't be the same.