Tim: Hi, honey. How's it going?
Jill: I got a problem.
Tim: What's the matter?
Jill: Wilson's a more convincing 13-year-old girl than I am.
Tim: And you think you have the problem?

Tim: Can we talk for a minute?
Brad: If it's about my hair, forget it.
Tim: It is about your hair. Now, listen up. I've been thinking about it, and I'm able to look past your hair... right into your bald scalp. [Brad scoffs] That's OK if that's the look you're going for.
Brad: So, what are you saying, Dad?
Tim: I'm saying wear your hair however you want it.
Brad: So, you're really OK with it?
Tim: I'm OK with it.
Brad: Then why did you get so crazy about it in the first place?
Tim: 'Cause I didn't like what I saw when I first walked in the house.

Tim: I need some help measuring the chassis for the new motor. Can you come downstairs and help me out?
Brad: I guess. But I guess that means you're going with the big-block?
Tim: Yeah, I have to. Everybody's doing it, you know?
Brad: So if everybody jumped in a lake, you would do it, too?
Tim: [grunts] Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah. Where have I heard this before?
Brad: Dad, we can still soup up the old flathead and get the power you want. I mean, look at this guy. He's got 350 horsepower on that flathead. [grunts]
Tim: You know, the retro look might actually work for the hot rod.
Brad: See? It sounds pretty good.
Tim: Yeah, there's a place in Dundee. Motor City Flatheads. We'll go check them out.

Jill: Boy, I hope he gets the part. Don't you think it would be cool to see Randy as Romeo?
Mark: You know, I don't think it's cool to see Randy as Randy.

Jill: Well? What happened? Did you get the part?
Randy: Well, l...
Jill: You don't want to tell me because you're afraid I'll want to rehearse with you.
Randy: Will you?
Jill: Did you get the part?
Randy: I asked you first.
Jill: OK. If you don't want to rehearse with me, you don't have to.
Randy: I got the part. [runs away]
Jill: Oh, please, please, please! Let me rehearse with you! I promise I'll be better!

Tim: Kendall, welcome to Tool Time. Give him a round of applause and sit over here, Kendall.
Al: [walking round back] When you get back to engines, give me a call.
Tim: So, Kendall, tell us about your boy.
Kendall: Well, Cloyd's 19.
Tim: Cloyd?
Kendall: Well, I wanted "Clem," the wife wanted "Lloyd," and we compromised.
Tim: You're kidding, right?
Kendall: No.

Kendall: Well, when he was 15, Cloyd came home with one of those punk haircuts. You know, the kind with those sticky spikes sticking out all over.
Tim: This is what you do. Just grab him by the heels and use him to aerate your lawn.
Kendall: You're kidding, right?
Tim: Yeah. [mouths] Wow. [talks] So when he came home with the bad haircut, you... I can tell, you laid down the law, didn't you?
Kendall: I grounded him till he agreed to get himself a normal haircut. Boy, was he mad at me.
Tim: But you gotta get past that. A kid's gonna be mad at you. Don't worry about a kid being mad, 'cause you just want the best for him. You want him to be someone you can be proud of.
Kendall: That's right, Tim.
Tim: So, he's 19 now. Years have passed. How's Cloyd doing now?
Kendall: Well, it's kinda hard to say. I haven't heard from him since he shaved his head and joined that cult. Yeah, but the wife says they even gave him one of those silly names. Now he's Baba Ram Cloyd.
Tim: [laughs] You're kidding.
Kendall: What do you think?
Tim: It's getting pretty darn hard to tell right now.
Kendall: Well, unfortunately, I'm not kidding, Tim.
Tim: Well... We'll be right back with Tool Time after these messages from Binford Tools.