Tim: You are so beautiful. I mean, I... I get excited every time I see you. You feel so good.
Brad: Would, uh, you and your drywall like some time alone?
Tim: I just hope one day that you find something that makes you as happy as this makes me.
Brad: Yeah, me, too. I just hope mine has a head and breathes.
Tim: Now, think about it, son. Look at this. You have a dirty attic, disgusting, dusty and a dream. You fulfill your dream with the sweat of your brow and your two hands. [grunts] Huh?
Brad: I'll, uh, stick with girls.
Tim: [Italian accent] It's like talkin' to a wall.