Marty: Oh, no. Look, I don't have time to talk, okay? I'm way behind in my work.
Tim: Do you have time to talk if I give you a hand?
Marty: Like you can learn this job in one day. Squeeze the toy, see if it works.
Tim: Look, I know your kids are having a tough time with the separation, but you're letting them get away with murder, Marty.
Marty: Hey, you're the one that told them they could ride their bikes around the house!
Tim: That's because Claire pouted. I gave in. But you give in every time she snaps her fingers.
Marty: Oh, give me a break. The separation's really hard on them.
Tim: I know. I know. I know.
Marty: And I happen to want my kids to like me.
Tim: You're their father, not their friend. You can't let them manipulate you like this. [toy squeaks]
Marty: Well, excuse me, but I happen to think that you're the one who's being manipulated. [toys squeak]