Marge: Mr. Taylor. And you walked in under your own power. Always a good sign.
Tim: Well, actually...
Marge: You know, I keep your file handy.
Tim: Actually...
Randy: That's all you?
Marge: That's just this year.
Tim: It's not me today, Marge. It's my little son Randy.
Marge: Well, how cute - like father, like son.