Brad: Mom, this is yours.
Randy: Dad, this one's yours.
Tim: It is, huh? Does this have anything to do with me putting Tabasco sauce in your ice cream?
Randy: Of course not, Father. I enjoyed that prank.
Tim: [chuckles] Yeah, so did I. It was cool. Oh, boy. Oh, Mrs. Boucher's dog. Get outta the yard! [Tim swaps the plates] Come on, get outta there, you stupid dog! Go on now!
Jill: There isn't any dog out there.
Tim: Oh. Oh, he slipped right through the bushes there. Well, let's dig in.
Brad: Mom. Allow me. [removes the cover to reveal scrambled eggs and bacon] Go on, honey.
Jill: They're delicious.
Tim: They are?
Jill: They're really good.
Tim: Cool.
Jill: You should try it.
Randy: Yeah, Dad. Dig in.
[When Randy pulls the cover off Tim's plate, rubber snakes pop out in his face. Tim chases after the boys.]