Jill: Ooh. I think he's gonna tell her now. I see the ring coming out.
Al: Mother, I have some great news. I've decided to make Trudy my bride.
[Alma groans and falls out of her chair, hitting the ground with a thud.]
Al: Oh, my God! Somebody call a paramedic!
[After he goes over to help, Tim removes the chicken drumstick from Alma's hand]

Tim: Come on, buddy. You'll get through this. We'll be there for you, buddy.
Jill: I'm so glad you decided to stay with us tonight. Would you like me to make you a nice cup of tea?
Al: Yes, I would.
Tim: Okay. I can grill up some bratwurst.
Al: That would be nice.

Al: What are you doing here?
Trudy: I just wanted to make sure you were okay. I haven't seen or heard from you since your mother died.
Al: Well, I've been taking care of business. You know, a lot of things going on.
Trudy: I figured that. Lookit, I made you a shepherd's pie. Just the way you like it, with double meat.
Al: Thanks.

Jill: What's going on?
Tim: It's pretty obvious. Al associates Trudy with his mom's death so he's pushing her away emotionally and physically.
Jill: Wow! How'd you come up with that one?
Tim: Al told me.

Jill: Oh, hey, Benny.
Benny: What a solemn occasion.
Tim: I know.
Benny: Jujube?
Jill: Benny, don't you think it's a little inappropriate to be passing out snacks at a funeral?
Benny: You're right. [weepy] I'm a bad boy.
Tim: You know, honey, you are ruining this funeral for everybody.

Wilson: Ladies and gentlemen, we are here to celebrate the life of Alma Borland. A warm, loving woman who raised two exceptional sons, Cal and Al. Her youngest, Al, would now like to say a few words.
Al: My mother was a great lady. [sobs] I'm sorry!
Wilson: Cal, would you like to say anything?
Cal: I did... Until I talked to Jill.

Jill: How did the Tool Time at the granite quarry go?
Tim: It was great!
Jill: That new executive, Morgan, didn't drive you nuts?
Tim: No, no, no, no. Before we left I had Heidi make up a special map for him. [chuckles] He's halfway to Amish country by now.

Tim: He wants to have the wedding in our backyard.
Jill: What? Why would he want to do that?
Tim: They want someplace that's intimate. And they're comfortable with it. And Trudy's house, that's where she had her first wedding, there's bad memories there.
Jill: Oh. Oh. Well, why don't they have it in Al's backyard?
Tim: Because the landlord keeps a whole bunch of car parts back there.
Jill: You're the landlord.
Tim: Do you want me to bring that crap back here?
Jill: We have a beautiful house for a wedding.

Tim: Once he's dipped it in the hydrochloric-acid bath, it'll end up looking something like this. A beautiful stone, perfectly flawless and needless to say, priceless.
Tim: Let's take a look at that thing. [whistles]
Dirk: Yes, well...
Tim: Beautiful, isn't it?
Dirk: Yeah.
Tim: Look at that, folks. It's got a little burr on there. Why don't I just...
Dirk: What?
Tim: ...take that right off the side?
Dirk: No!
[As Tim touches the diamond ring to the spinning wheel, it shoots out of his hand and ricochets around the study before landing in Heidi's chest.]
Tim: Lovely setting.

Trudy: [to Al] Hi, sexy. Great show.
Heidi: Thank you.