Tim: What do you guys think?
Brad: Wow. This tent is huge.
Tim: Well, even when you're roughing it you gotta leave room for some of your basic comforts.
Randy: Dad, you got a TV and an Oriental rug in here. You got everything but a bathroom.
Tim: Au contraire. Say hello to the throne away from home. Binford's little camper amigo. Comes fully equipped with a changeable bag.
Randy: I think I'll say hello to real plumbing one last time.

Tracy: Where's Tim?
Jill: What is that?
Mark: It's supposed to repel mosquitoes.
Tim: I hope it also repels aunts.
Linda: Come here, you. If you want to keep me away you should have gone with a welding mask.

Brad: Wow. That's the biggest piece of meat I've ever seen.
Tim: Yeah? You haven't seen my piece yet. Hold on.
Brad: You're gonna eat that whole thing?
Tim: Yeah.
Randy: We're gonna need a bigger bag for the throne.

Tim: OK, girls. Cajun patties. You'll love them. [southern accent] I guarantee it.

Tim: Four different kinds of hot sauce. Say hello to your lower intestines, girls.

Delores: Hi, Jill.
Jill: Hi, Delores, how are you?
Delores: Oh, I've been better. Some jerk just left me a four cent tip.
Jill: People can be so rude.
Delores: Well, the joke's on him. His veggie burger was made out of pork.

Wilson: Well, hi ho, Jill.
Jill: Hi, Wilson, how are you?
Wilson: Well, I came over here to get away from the flank steak fumes which are permeating my backyard.
Delores: Here you go, Jill. Thank you.
Wilson: Oh, Delores, can I get a cup of your superlative mocha java?
Delores: Mocha java. Mr. Fancy!
Wilson: [chuckles]

Jill: Well, you know, the crazy people have it easy. I mean, they don't care what people think. They lose control, they say whatever pops into their heads.
Wilson: Mmm.
Jill: Yeah. It's us sensible people who suffer.
Wilson: So, we have to learn to fight back.
Jill: How?
Wilson: By doing what you did today.
Jill: What did I do?
Wilson: You lost control. You said the first thing that popped into your head and you didn't care what anybody thought. Congratulations, Jill. You are a nut. [chuckles]
Jill: I am, aren't l?
Wilson: Oh, certifiable.
Jill: Thank you, Wilson.

Jill: I feel a lot better. I'm ready to start planning the party. What are you doing?
Mark: Planning the party.
Brad: Yeah, your photo album's almost done.
Randy: And we booked the band.
Tim: I talked to Hank's wife, Faye Pfefferman. She drives the bus, the Pfeffermobile.
Jill: I can't believe it. You guys are so sweet.

Linda: Listen, Jill, after you left Tim was kind enough to point out to us that we were behaving like idiots.
Jill: I pointed that out.
Tim: It had a lot more impact coming from a guy snapping a wet towel.