Tim: Wilson, you can't build this in your backyard. There's codes. You gotta get building permits.
Milton: Actually, as long as he leaves a 5-foot easement between your properties, getting a variance should be okay. I work part-time for the zoning commission.
Tim: How would you like to make that full-time?

Mark: Mom, when's dinner? I'm starving.
Jill: Oh, it'll just be a few minutes. How's it going?
Mark: Great. Edward got contact lenses and a new haircut. He's really looking good now.
Jill: Mark, is there something we need to talk about?
Mark: No! No. Edward's back to being a ten, so Jenny doesn't like him anymore. And tomorrow night, she's coming over to study with me.
Jill: Ooh. Maybe you should wear that new cool shirt I got you.
Mark: What, are you crazy? That would make me a seven.

Jenny: I'm really glad you decided to study with me.
Mark: I love history. Why don't you quiz me?
Jenny: Okay. Who won the Battle of the Bulge?
Mark: Oprah. The Allies defeated the Germans in Belgium.
Jenny: You're right. You're very smart.
Mark: Well, I'm not that smart. Well, you know, on a scale of one to ten, I'm about a five.
Jenny: [chuckles] I love a five.
Mark: Is it hot in here?

Jenny: It's cold out here.
Mark: You want to go back inside?
Jenny: No. I'm okay. I wonder how they kept warm during World War II?
Mark: You know, interesting you should say that, because their uniforms were actually made out of a heavy-duty wool.
[As Mark leans in to kiss Jenny, the backyard is suddenly illuminated with strong flood lighting]
Wilson: [o.s.] Tim!
Tim: [o.s.] What?
Mark: Jenny, I'm sorry.
Jenny: I'd better go. [exits]
Mark: Goodbye, five, hello, two.

Mark: Dad, I just stuck my nose in Jenny's eye.
Tim: Chicks dig that.

Wilson: Tim, what in the Sam Hill are those lights all about?
Tim: What lights?
Wilson: Those blinding towers of halogen.
Tim: Oh, those. I just got them from work. I'm trying a new security-lighting system.
Wilson: You know darn well they'll screw up my botany experiments.
Tim: Will they?
Wilson: Constant light causes photoperiodism. My plants need 12 hours of darkness to flower properly!
Tim: Do they?

Wilson: I cannot believe you are being so petty about this greenhouse.
Tim: The design was bogus and overdone. Even that... Even that drawing was a joke.
Wilson: The drawing was a joke?
Tim: Yes!
Wilson: No, no, no, Tim. You, those ridiculous lights, that is the joke!
Tim: Well, I'm sorry you feel that way. But this is my yard and I can put up any lights I want.
Wilson: And this is my property. I'll put up a ten-foot aluminum wall. It will reflect the light back at you.
Tim: There are zoning laws, you know!
Wilson: Then I'll get a variance.
Tim: Then I'll get a variance to make my lights even higher and brighter.
Wilson: Well, then I'll get another variance to make my wall even higher.
Tim: Well, I guess we got a lot of work to do!
Wilson: Fine!
Tim: Fine!

Jill: So you think it's gonna be that easy to replace Wilson? You talk to him about everything. Whenever we have a fight, you go outside. You start...
Jill: How far did you say this greenhouse was gonna extend?
Tim: Right over to the fence.
Jill: Mmm-hmm, mmm-hmm, mmm-hmm.
Tim: What's that supposed to mean?
Jill: I get the feeling if Wilson didn't live next-door, I'd be the only one taking out the garbage.
Tim: [inquisitive grunt]

Jill: Come on, honey, we both know why you don't want this greenhouse to happen.
Tim: It's ugly.
Jill: Tim...
Tim: It's a Victorian monstrosity.
Jill: Tim...
Tim: It's too big.
Jill: Honey!
Tim: It fills up the whole yard. I won't be able to go out and talk to Wilson.
Jill: Exactly.
Tim: I really like to be able to go out to the fence and talk to my friend Wilson. [Tim's lights are reflected from Wilson's yard back onto his face] You know, he's really good with aluminum. You gotta give him that, you know?

Wilson: You know, I know I was being stubborn about this greenhouse, but there was a reason.
Tim: I know. Christmas, '85, I shot the Lamb of God right through your living room window.
Wilson: No. No.
Tim: Well, what was the reason then?
Wilson: You know, when my wife was alive, we always dreamed of having our own greenhouse where we could grow the plants we saw all over the world.
Tim: So you wanted to build this in honor of Katherine?
Wilson: Yeah. She drew that sketch.
Tim: The one I called stupid.
Wilson: Yes.
Tim: I feel terrible. I wouldn't... I'm sorry. Why didn't you just tell me this?
Wilson: Well, Tim, sometimes it's difficult for me to talk about my past.
Tim: I guess you and I just weren't in the backyard at the right time.