Brad: Hi, Mom. Is Nana here yet?
Jill: No, not yet. Don't put your books on the table! Don't walk on the floor, I just mopped it.
Tim: Hi, guys.
Jill: Freeze.
Tim: Oh, lady, lady. Come on. All the dust I have is in my back pocket, right there. I got a little extra lint in my bellybutton.
Jill: I've just mopped the floor. I don't want you to walk on it. Take off your shoes. Hey, guys, take all of that stuff upstairs and hide it.
Tim: [whistles] Every time your mom comes here, you turn into Helga the psycho-cleaner.
Jill: I do not. I'm just tidying up a bit. Don't touch that. You're gonna get fingerprints all over it.
Tim: How do you see out of the back of your head?