Jill: You're right. It's gonna tip 'em off. We have to get rid of all this.
Tim: Well, don't throw it out. Honey!
Randy: Hey! Why are you throwing those out? I love silver-dollar pancakes.
Tim: There's a good reason for that.
Randy: What?
Tim: 'Cause I'm gonna take you to breakfast.
Randy: You are?
Tim: Yeah. Grab your coat. Let's go out for breakfast, you and I, stop by the arcade, play a little Mortal Massacre, huh?
Randy: Well, I'll be late for history.
Tim: Son, how many times have I told you? You can't live in the past.