Jill: Who is Lestiboudois?
Tim: The village handyman.
Chris: What an interesting perspective. I've never heard anyone discuss Madame Bovary from the point of view of the handyman!
Jill: That's because he has absolutely no relevance to the story.
Tim: Au contraire. He was the one that set up all the chairs for the fair.
Sharon: I kind of see what you're saying. If Lestiboudois hadn't set up the chairs, Madame Bovary would not have been able to sit next to Rodolphe.
Tim: My point exactly.

Tim: And thus you have a beautifully decorated nameplate for your home. So when you come to my door, whose house is it, Al?
Al: Rolyat Mit.
Tim: All you got to do is read it, and it says... Rolyat Mit. How did I screw that up? Anyway, that's just one of the uses for a scrolling saber saw. Another way to make a scroll cut is use your coping saw. Say, Al, do you suppose they call these coping saws cos they're good at handling stress?
Al: I don't think so, Rolyat.
Tim: Thanks, Al. I mean, La.

Jill: What did he decide?
Tim: What did he decide? He, um... Uh... He figured that since it burned down, it wasn't a good time to buy it.
Jill: Did you burn down Marv's shanty?
Tim: What is it with you? I walk through the door, you immediately accuse me of burning it down. Why? Why? Why?
Jill: Tim...
Tim: Right to the ground. Right... Ashes.
Jill: Oh, no.
Tim: I'm sure he's got an insurance policy that covers a shanty clause in there.
Jill: Tim, there is no such thing as Shanty Clause.

Tim: You have to have a bigger toolbox to compensate for your teensy-weensy paycheck.
Al: No, Tim. I need a bigger toolbox because I'm your assistant. And I need to be ready for any of your particular needs.
Tim: Oh, yeah, you do. [grunts] You're really shaping up around here, Al.
Al: Well, I have plenty of room in here for bandages, couple of ice packs.
Tim: Stop it, Al. Cut it out.
Al: Oh, a tourniquet.
Tim: I hope you have a job application in there, buddy.
Al: Crutches.
Tim: Huh?
Al: IV unit.

Wilson: It's just it's long been a dream of mine to settle in the Mindo-Nambillo forest of western Ecuador.
Tim: Western Ecuador? We all have that dream. But nobody runs off and does it.
Jill: What are you gonna do in Mindo-Nambillo?
Wilson: Well, I'm gonna live in an enchanted forest, I'm gonna renew my spirit, fill my soul, and discover my true place in the universe.
Tim: Can't you just go for the weekend?

Jill: All right, all right, all right. I'll clean the closet out.
Tim: There's got to be something in here you can get rid of.
Jill: Yeah, but I stayed married to it because of the kids.

Tim: Marty, it was an accident, OK? It was like the first time that guy Buddha sold his first naked cheese.
Jill: How can you feel anything but pity for a man like this?