Tim: Mark, you're gonna be seeing raw power in motion. [grunts] Raw power in the form of precision, fluid movements with a bowling pin-type radar that will destroy everything in its path. [grunts] Oh, oh, oh, oh...
Jill: Gutter ball.
Tim: I had a little muscle cramp or something. You always got to warm up before you bowl that first one. Well, now I show no mercy at all. See that one pin still shaking over there? You know why that's shakin'? 'cause that pin knows what's coming. That pin's going. "Please, please, master bowler, don't hit me!" You're dead, pin. You're dead! You and your nine scrawny friends, too. [grunts] Yes...
Mark: Yay, Daddy, you did it! You knocked down that one pin!
Jill: Yeah, and you left his nine scrawny friends.
Tim: Jill, would you walk down in the alley and dress up like a bowling pin for me?
Jill: Well, that is the one place I wouldn't get hit by a bowling ball.