Tim: What are you measuring the staircase for? You're not taking this out, are you?
Lisa: Actually, we were going to replace it with wrought iron.
Tim: Oh, yeah. That wrought iron and mirror, there's a handsome look. Yeah. Put in a front desk, some fake ferns and a bellhop, you got a hotel lobby.
Greg: You know, maybe we should come back another time.
Lisa: You know what? I'm really sorry that we bothered you.
Tim: This is real craftsmanship in this house, you know. My father and I built this staircase by hand. This house is perfect the way it is!
[When Tim slams the front door, a baluster pops off the staircase]