Randy: Why does Mom have all this stuff?
Brad: Yeah. She always looks the same.
Tim: All right, I'm going to let you in on a little secret. Women, as we know them are born without a face.
Randy: Bull!
Tim: Listen to me. Women are like a Mr. Potato Head. Yes. You've heard your mom say every now and then, "Excuse me, fellas. I gotta go upstairs and put my face on." Huh? She scurries up here and draws one on with this stuff.
Randy: How does she do it?
Tim: Well, she outlines it like this... Perfect. Then she fills it in with this goop right here. Just like this.
Brad: Dad, you look like Nana.
Tim: No, if I were Nana. I'd have the lipstick all over my teeth.