Jill: Hi, honey, what are you doing?
Mark: Well, Dad's in the basement waiting for me to drop this tennis ball down the vent. He thinks it will knock the ring loose.
Tim: [o.s.] All right, Mark, I'm all ready.
Jill: Please, allow me.
Tim: [o.s.] Come on, let me have it. [clattering] [thud] Ow! I said a tennis ball, not a croquet ball.
Mark: It wasn't me.
Tim: [o.s.] Well, who was it?
Jill: The old hen.
Tim: Hi, henny. I mean, honey. I suppose you... Oh. I suppose you saw the show today.
Jill: You are so pathetic. Why is it that I have to drag everything out of you at home, but you're more than willing to go blab about your feelings in front of a bunch of strangers on Tool Time? [Tim puts a helmet on]
Tim: Well, because on Tool Time I can say whatever I want... and people don't hit me in the head with croquet balls. Jill! [Tim waits a moment and removes his helmet] [thud] Ow!