Tim: I want Brad to be a good student.
Wilson: Mm-hm.
Tim: So I told him that multiplying compound fractions is a real important part of that. But, you know, between you and me, it's kinda useless information.
Wilson: Well, I don't know about that, Tim. There was a time when I thought my extensive research into ancient tribal cultures, obscure scientific data, the thoughts of great philosophers, would never come in handy. Then you moved in.

Randy: Guess I'd better get my books.
Jill: Not so fast. Why doesn't Brad wanna go to school?
Randy: Uh... 'Cause he and Jennifer broke up.
Jill: They did? Why? What happened?
Randy: I don't know.
Jill: Well, she must have dumped him, or he wouldn't be so depressed.
Randy: Yeah, that's it. You know how sensitive Brad is.
Jill: His little heart is broken.
Randy: And his little tongue is burned.

Brad: Well, why do I have to learn how to multiply compound fractions? I'm never gonna use them.
Tim: You use 'em every day.
Brad: When?
Jill: Well, like, when I go to the grocery store and I buy a pound and a half of cheese.
Brad: Yeah, but you're not multiplying anything.
Jill: Well, you didn't let me finish.
Tim: Why don't you finish that?
Jill: Well, I buy a pound and a half of cheese and then I multiply that by... a gallon and a half of milk.
Brad: But why would you do that?
Jill: Because... Because I'm... making cheese milk.
Jill: Now go get your math book. We are going to teach you how to multiply compound fractions.
Tim: Couldn't we just punish him? Send him in his room without his cheese milk? [Jill laughs]

Jill: I think you should call a professional.
Tim: I don't need a professional. Hey, I'll just hook this up to the compressor and vaporize that little bird butt.
Jill: You need professional help.
Tim: I do not need an exterminator.
Jill: I meant a psychiatrist.

Wilson: I see your son Brad is assiduously poring over his academic tomes.
Tim: His what? Oh, yeah, he's studying. Hey, Wilson, do you know how to multiply compound fractions?
Wilson: 'Course I do, Tim. I love mathematics. It's one of the building blocks of thought. Nothing teaches order and discipline better. You know what Galileo Galilei said.
Tim: Yeah, sure. 1601, Florence. "Why do both of my names sound the same?"
Wilson: No, he said, "The universe is written in the language of mathematics. Its characters are triangles, circles, other geometric figures. Without mathematics, one wanders about in a dark labyrinth."
Tim: Labyrinth?
Wilson: Let's just say a maze.
Tim: I know I am.

Jill: [on the phone] No, sir. No, I don't want it killed. Don't you have any nonviolent exterminators there? Well, then why do you have this ad here with this happy little mouse hitchhiking down the highway? Well, he should have his teeny little head caught in a trap and cheese dribbling out the side of his mouth. Well... Hello? He hung up on me. That is so rude.

Tim: Brad, you can't go through life havin' other people do your work for you.
Brad: What about Al? He does your work for you.
Tim: Don't push me, fella.

Tim: In order to get a new floor, we gotta lift off the old floor.
Al: That's right. And for that, we can use a simple, basic, scraper.
Tim: But that wouldn't be any fun. Let's use the Dry Ice method. You just put Dry Ice down there, it lifts the asphalt tiles right up.
Al: Actually, Tim... Uh... Using Dry Ice, you'd need an awful lot of Dry Ice for that to work.
Tim: For once, Al, you're totally correct.
Al: So what we'll do is, we'll be using the... [engine starts] the simple, basic, scraper. And you can pick this up at just about any hardware store...
[After Tim drives onto set in a Skid Steer Loader, the vehicle breaks through the wooden floor and tilts forward, crushing Al's mother's tea set]
Tim: We'll be right back after these messages from Binford Tools.

Jill: So, do you think this thing is gonna be safe?
Tim: This is gonna be great. You guys stay in the safety of the hangar while Captain Bob goes out and takes care of that woodpecker.
Jill: I think I should just call the hospital and see if they're serving a soup you like.

Tim: Jill, he's 12. Girls will come and go in his life, OK?
Jill: Jennifer's his first love. It hurts when you lose your first love.
Tim: I don't have to worry about that. I see mine every day.
Jill: That is so sweet.
Tim: You should meet her sometime.