Tim: Mark, what are you doing up in the tree?
Mark: I did something bad.
Tim: You broke my tool, didn't you, Mark?
Mark: It jumped right out of my hand.
Tim: It shouldn't have been in your hand, all right?
Mark: I was just playing.
Tim: We've been through this before. My tools are not your toys.
Mark: I'm sorry I broke your tool. It was an accident.
Tim: Accidents happen. It's not the end of the world. But when you break something that's somebody else's, you gotta tell them.

Tim: Honey, the moment we've been waiting for has finally arrived.
Jill: Tim, you know, it's October. You really don't have to cut the grass now.
Tim: Honey, I'm not cutting the grass. I'm just taking the Taylor 1600cc lawn chopper out for a test run.
Jill: Honey, couldn't we just call your mother and ask if it's OK if you have a motorcycle?
Tim: Jill, don't worry. I got a helmet. Seat belt. What could happen? [hits his head on the door]