Meanwhile, Gil and Sara are heading toward a Zamboni -- this one off the rink and parked in a maintenance dock somewhere. They stop in the doorway, and Gil says, "There are three things in life that people like to stare at: a rippling stream, a fire in a fireplace, and a Zamboni going round and round." Sara nods in recognition: "Charlie Brown. I love a Zamboni." Gil replies solemnly, "We all do." He's right -- I just entered "I love a Zamboni" on Google and got 6,080 hits. Gil wheels a mirror under the Zamboni, looking for anything caught in the undercarriage. He's in luck: there's a tooth embedded in a chunk of ice on the horizontal screw. He calls for Sara's attention by saying, "The thing I love about Zambonis is that they pick up everything." Sara comes over and Gil says, "I'm afraid the other part of this tooth might be in there." He nods over to the mountain of shaved ice that the Zamboni produced between periods. That makes sense: a Zamboni's going to have to dump out the holding tank between runs. At least Gil and Sara will have time to ponder the marvel of Zamboni while they wait for the ice to melt.