Jill: Tim, why can't you just eat breakfast and then shower?
Tim: If I eat breakfast early, I'll be hungry when I get to work. Then I'll have a snack and push lunch way back.
Jill: So?
Tim: Come on. Follow me here. If I push lunch back I won't eat dinner till late. I'll go to bed bloated, feel uneasy and won't sleep. I'll be too tired to go to work. Al will have to do Tool Time. Ratings will plummet. We'll lose the show, lose our jobs, lose our money, lose our house, be in a cardboard box on the freeway. If you think taking a shower is worth that...
Jill: Oh, just go!

[dream sequence:]
Tim: Hey, Wilson?
Wilson: Well, hidey-ho, there, studly neighbor.
Tim: Today at Tool Time, Al and Heidi quit.
Wilson: Uh, mm-hmm. Mm-hmm. Mm-hmm.
Tim: Do you have any words of wisdom for me?
Wilson: Well, Tim, nothing of any significance. I've been giving you advice for so many decades, I'm at the bottom of the barrel. Barrel. How about this? More fun than a barrel of monkeys.
Tim: That- That- That doesn't help me very much.
Wilson: Uh... um, "monkey see, monkey do".
Tim: You gotta do better than this. I mean, getting advice from you is one of my routines.
Wilson: Well, it's your routine that sucked me dry.
Tim: Come on. You gotta have something.
Wilson: Well, let's try this one on for size. There was an old woman who lived in a shoe. She got sick of your routine and I did, too. [Wilson has a shoe on his head]

Marty: Oh, listen. If Tim is anything like Bob, he'll never change. Every night it's the same. Seven o'clock: "Where's the food?" Seven-oh-five: "You call that food?" Seven-fifteen: "Why'd you let me eat so much food?"
Jill: Tim does all that. Then he opens his pants, sticks out his gut, and belches.
Delores: Nobody is more set in his ways than Harry. Every Saturday night at 11:30 after the sports report, he wakes me up and asks the same question: "You want to do it?"
Marge: And they say romance is dead.
Delores: It's been that way for 25 years. I wish he could be a little more spontaneous and skip a Saturday every once in a while.

[dream sequence:]
Jill: I can't believe I've been in college for 35 years. But all I have to do is finish the very last sentence of my dissertation and I'll finally get my doctorate.
Tim: Doctor? Are you takin' me to the doctor?
Jill: I'm not takin' you to the doctor. I'm trying to get my doctorate.
Tim: Who's gonna take me to the doctor?
Jill: Nobody. You're not sick. Except in the head. Now let me work. The president of the university is gonna be here any second.
Tim: Is he a doctor? I hope so.
Jill: Oh, no. He's coming here to pick up my dissertation!
Tim: Why don't you just take it to him?
Jill: Because I have to be here to make you lunch and help you to the bathroom.
Tim: Well, just feed me lunch in the bathroom.
Jill: Better yet, I'll lock you in the bathroom.
Tim: Grouchy old bitty.
Jill: What did you say?
Tim: Who remembers?
Jill: Eh.

[dream sequence:]
Tim: Where's my lunch?
Jill: Oh, go make it yourself. I need a few minutes of peace and quiet to get this done.
Brad: Mom, Randy won't let me finish my shower.
Randy: You've been in there for 35 years.
Mark: And you still stink.
Jill: Will you guys stop it! Aren't you ever gonna grow up? [Tim clearing throat very loudly]
Randy: I gotta tell ya, it's not looking real appealing.
Tim: Well, I got something to eat, no thanks to you.
Jill: Oh. Just what you need, prunes.
Tim: Is it hot? Are you hot? I'm hot. It's so hot. I hate being hot! [wind blowing] [doorbell rings]
Jill: He's here! My dissertation! Ohhh! Where's page one?
Tim: This it? Nope, this isn't it. [wipes mouth]
Jill: Tim, no, no! Oh. [sobbing]
Tim: Those are really good prunes. [Jill sobbing] Where is the bathroom?

Jill: So then, Tim spent 20 minutes in the shower and another ten minutes powdering, spraying and clipping. Who did I marry, a man or a poodle?
Delores: You should see Harry in the bathroom. On second thought, nobody should have to see that.

Jill: I was one sentence away from graduating and you used page 56 of my dissertation to wipe your drool!
Tim: Stop hitting me. You're mad at me because of something I did to you in a dream?
Jill: Dreams are a window into our subconscious.
Tim: Well, close the window and go back to bed.

Jill: Tim, I'm really upset about this.
Tim: Is there any way we can talk about this in the morning? If I don't get enough sleep I won't be able to do my exercise.
Jill: There you go again. I don't care about your idiotic exercise.
Tim: Oh, you say that now. When you're 75 and your friends are burying their husbands I'll still be fit and virile.
Jill: You're not fit and virile now.
Tim: Make jokes, will ya? You'll be whistling a different tune when all those widows are pinching my buns of steel.

Tim: I'm gonna take a shower.
Jill: At 3:00 in the morning?
Tim: You've got an early class tomorrow. This way I can be a little more flexible. I go to the bathroom at 3:00, shower at 3:10, breakfast at 3:25, back in the bathroom at 3:45.
Jill: Tim, it's the same routine, you're just on London time.

Tim: Welcome to Tool Time. I'm your host, Tim Taylor. You all know my assistant, Al Borland. Thank you, Al. OK. Today's first segment is about stuff that's stuck.
Al: And we're not talking about Tim gluing his head to a table. We're talking about those pesky nails, screws and bolts that get stuck and seem impossible to remove.
Tim: That's right. OK? Problem: [suspenseful music] We got a mangled head of a screw here and the screwdriver will not fit in the slot. Oh, mon dieu. [French accent] How will I finish building ze bridge?
Al: Solution: Use your hacksaw to cut a new slot at a right angle to the old one.
Tim: [French accent] Perfect. Screwdriver fits. Now we finish ze bridge. Voila...! All right. Problem: [suspenseful music] The nail head is too deep to remove with a claw hammer. [French accent] Oh, mon dieu. How will I build ze windmill?
Al: Solution: Use your trusty cat's paw. You simply pound it with your hammer, making sure that the cat's paw goes underneath the nail head, then just pull. [cat screeching]