Brad: When are you going to grow up and stop playing with stupid toys?
Mark: Hey, not all of this stuff is mine. I believe this is your whoopee cushion.
Brad: Hey, not the Gas Master. This is a family heirloom.
Randy: Taylor men have been sliding it under unsuspecting butts for generations.
Randy: Wait a second, Mom cannot give away my dart gun. [shoots a dart which lands on Tim's chin as he walks in the garage]
Tim: Glad I talked Mom out of buying you a BB gun.