Tim: [inner monologue] Nice chatting with you, too, Cyber Fred. No! You prove that I'm not Marlon Brando, pal! [sighs] Cyberspace e-mail! Look at the time! The greatest writers of all time never had a computer. They used stone tablets and chisels, bark, Latin. The password is...
Tim: Legal pad. Paper, pencils.
Tim: [inner monologue] What makes legal pads legal? Is there such a thing as an illegal pad? What's legal about yellow? Pencils are yellow. It's wood. That's a nice pencil.
Tim: Okay. Pencil. Check. Eraser. Go. Lead. Go. All systems go, we have liftoff. [imitates rocket engine]