Dick: Why did you have to grow up?
Tommy: I don't know. It's just the body I picked.
Dick: Well, I don't like it.
Tommy: Parenting's hard.
Dick: You give love. You give encouragement. You give support. And then, if you do a good job, they just go away.
Tommy: Well, then I guess you did a pretty good job then, right?
Dick: What do you mean?
Tommy: Parental love, at its best, it's the only love there is that inevitably leads to separation.
Dick: How do you always know these things?
Tommy: I'm the Information Officer. I sent you a memo on this, years ago.
Dick: I guess I did do a pretty good job.
Tommy: Yeah.

Harry: Well, take care of yourself, Tommy. I feel like I'm gonna cry. [sneezes on Tommy] No, not cry. Sneeze. All right. Bye-bye.

Dick: Our first Sunday night without Tommy. Feels kind of funny, being out here without him, doesn't it?
Sally: Yeah, it kinda does. But, you know- I'm okay with it. After all, I've been left with two of the greatest guys I've ever been on a mission with.
Sally and Harry: Aw.
Tommy: Hey, guys.
All: Hey, Tommy.
Sally: What's going on?
Tommy: Well, school's only an hour away, so I figured I could do my laundry here. [all sigh]
Harry: I wonder what Tommy's doin', right now?
Sally: Mm. Separating his whites.
Harry: Yeah. Maybe starting a pre-soak.
Dick: Mm. I hope he goes easy on the bleach. But you know Tommy. He won't.
Sally: Nope.