Lillian: I think I know why Jill is so tense.
Tim: You do?
Lillian: Yes.
Tim: So she shared her feelings with you?
Lillian: Well, not in so many words.
Tim: Well?
Lillian: But I think it's pretty clear...
Tim: Uh-huh?
Lillian: that you two are having intimacy problems.
Tim: [hits head] What? No. No. No.
Lillian: It's nothing to be embarrassed about. This sort of thing can happen after 15 years.

Brad: Dad, she beat you again.
Tim: I got eyes, pal.
Tiffany: Sorry, Mr. Taylor. I didn't mean to win.
Tim: Don't get cocky, OK? You're not champion around here until you win... five out of nine.
Randy: [whispers] Hey, you better start losing real quick or else you're gonna be here all night.

Lillian: Jill, why didn't you tell me you wanted that clock?
Jill: I don't want that clock. Who said I wanted the clock?
Lillian: Tim told me.
Jill: He wasn't supposed to get involved.
Lillian: Well, I charmed it out of him.

Tiffany: Can I go play with my friends now?
Tim: You know, you're starting to tick me off a little bit. Championship round. One more race. Winner take all. But I think I blew the motor in my car. So I've got a little secret weapon down here that I built.
Randy: Hey, what's that, Dad?
Tim: I took the motor out of the DustBuster. All right, ready? Winner take all. Last race. Three, two, one, go!
[Tim's car shoots off the track and smashes the glass door]