Tim: Mom's old stuff, huh? You didn't see a pink book in there, did you?
Randy: Oh, you mean Mom's diary. Yeah, it's under the pictures.
Tim: Now, remember, this is your Mom's personal stuff. I don't want you going in here without asking. You hear me?
Randy: OK.
Tim: Don't go in. That's personal things of people's. Stay out of their personal things. You don't ever go in there.
[Jill walks up behind Tim as he reads her old diary]
Jill: What are you doing?
Tim: Don't do that to me!
Jill: You were reading my diary.
Tim: I was not. I didn't have enough time.