Lucille: You know, Tim, as hard as it's gonna be for me leaving this house, I am so happy to be moving closer to you and Marty and all the grandchildren.
Tim: We're gonna be real happy to have you. It's gonna be OK.
Lucille: I know, I know.
Tim: Wait a minute. I've got an idea. How would you feel about having one last Christmas dinner here tonight?
Lucille: Well, honey, Christmas isn't until Wednesday. Besides, we've packed up the whole house.
Tim: So we order food in. We'll eat on the floor. It'll be like a pre-Christmas scrimmage.
Lucille: You know, that could be great.
Tim: Yeah.
Lucille: Do you know that the first night your father and I moved here, we ate on the floor? We had this romantic dinner and then we danced and... and...
Tim: Mom. Mom. More than I need to know.

Lucille: Oh, this is so wonderful. It's just like all the Christmases we used to have here.
Jeff: Except that we're eating off the floor.
Tim: Steve and John aren't burping the national anthem. [all laugh]
Marty: And instead of burnt turkey, we're having pizza and linguine.
Randy: Hey, after dinner, why don't we all go caroling? We can sing, "I'm dreaming of a white clam sauce."
Tim: Not bad.
Mark: Or "Deck the halls with calamari."
Lucille: Oh, boy!
Brad: "Silent night, cannoli night."
Tim: Better.
Jeff: Boy, they're just like us when we were kids, huh?
Marty: Yeah, except they're clever.

Jill: So how are you like this house?
Tim: OK, when they said they were ripping out the insides, I felt like they were ripping out my insides.
Lucille: Listen, since the Burtons are tearing this all apart, why don't you boys just take whatever's important to you?
Marty: Really? I'll flip you for the toilet.
Jeff: OK.
Tim: I want the mantel and banister if that's all right. Because I can just tear this one out here and replace it at our house. As long as I've got the sledgehammer out...
Jill: [grunts] Oh, no.