Brad: I'd rather sit here and relive the highlights of my youth.
Jill: Okay. Well, you know, maybe it's better if you get some rest before the operation, Monday. We'll see you later.
Mark: So, what do you want to do?
Brad: I want to sit here and think of all the reasons why life sucks.
Mark: Hey, cool.

Brad: Hey, Wilson.
Wilson: [chanting]
Brad: Hey, Wilson.
Wilson: Oh. I'm sorry, Brad. I was just meditating.
Brad: Aren't you cold out here?
Wilson: Well, when I chant "Om mani pa-toe-me foom" I'm trying to commune with nature. But now that you mention it, I am freezing my pa-toe-mes off.
Brad: Yeah. Living next to my dad, you're lucky your pa-toe-mes are still in one piece.

Jill: Well, I'm glad you're not mad at your dad anymore.
Brad: Yeah. I was just mad at the situation. I mean, it's really nobody's fault.
Jill: That shows a lot of maturity, the way you're working through this. You know, I really should put your father's head in the refrigerator.

Brad: But I just have to use this injury as an opportunity to think about my future.
Tim: Your future. You got a lot of options!
Brad: I know. But then why do I feel sick to my stomach?
Tim: Well, because it's kind of scary, thinking of your life going in an opposite direction than it was before this, you know?
Brad: Yeah, I never thought I'd have to think about this now. I figured I'd be playing soccer well into my 60s.
Tim: Yeah. The only soccer player out there in a walker. [as an old man] "I'll get it. Hold on, I'll get it."

Jill: It's too big. You guys are just gonna have to eat through the cranium tonight.

Tim: What were we talking about?
Brad: We were talking about what I want to do with my life.
Tim: Well, you're 17 years old. I don't think we gotta figure that out right now, do we?
Brad: Yeah. Well, that's easy for you to say. You knew what you were gonna do.
Tim: No, I didn't. I figured I was gonna be a Binford salesman the rest of my life. I never figured I'd be the head guy on a tool show.
Brad: Or would that be the big cheese?
Tim: Or the head cheese.

Tim: Look, I don't know what your future's gonna bring and neither do you. I just know that if you work hard like you do at soccer, you can be good at anything, Brad.
Brad: Yeah, I hope so. Listen, I'm sorry I was such a jerk.
Tim: It's okay, it's okay. I'm hungry. You?
Brad: Yeah, I'm starving.
Tim: Hey, how about... I don't know... Macaroni and cheeks?
Brad: How about some nose and crackers?
Tim: [chuckles] I like it. I'll get a knife, I'll cut the cheese.