Randy: Dad, I always fumble. My hands are too small.
Tim: I got the answer. Up until now you didn't have the proper equipment.
Randy: "Wacky Quacky Glue."
Tim: Yeah, think of it as professional Stick-Em.
Randy: Dad, but it says on the bottle not to let it come into contact with your skin.
Tim: Oh, please. They mean pretty, little, pink girl skin. We've got man skin. Calluses, warts, open wounds. [grunts] A little dab on each palm like that. A little bit of turpentine to dilute it, don't want to make it too sticky. And now... You won't be able to drop that ball.
Mark: Wow, that's cool, Dad.
Tim: All right. [puts his hands together] Let's go!
Brad: Do you want us to run a play?
Tim: Um... [doesn't catch the ball as Mark throws it to him] I've got a better idea. Why don't you guys try to pull my arms apart?
Randy: Your hands are stuck together, aren't they?
Tim: No. This is a strength exercise. You grab that arm, Randy, grab that arm, and try to pull 'em apart. One, two, three, pull!