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.

Al: I can't believe you came up here without a change of clothes.
Tim: Well, I didn't intend on falling through the ice, Al.
Al: Everybody knows that when you come on a trip like this, you have to plan for every possible contingency. And with you, every contingency is possible.
Tim: Well, this contingency is your fault.
Al: Fine. Just lucky that I brought an extra set of clothes.
Tim: Oh, yeah. Real lucky. [takes the blanket off to reveal an over-sized flannel shirt and denim jeans] What is this? "One size fits Al"?

Al: And we're also proud to introduce to you this - Binford's anodized aluminum kick plate.
Tim: Kick plate? Hm. Maybe something you should install in the rear of your pants. Very often in the humid days, sometimes the door will wedge itself shut, so you end up holding groceries coming in, you start kicking it. "Honey! Honey!"
Al: Resulting in these unsightly kick marks.
Tim: Exactly. But those are a memory now because of the kick plate we've got. [kick plate twangs] Installed at the bottom of the door now, now you can kick till you're blue in the foot and it won't damage the door. Why don't you give it a shot, Al? OK. [Al gently kicks the door] Yeah, well. You can give it a kick. Let's show how much abuse it can have. Honey! Honey! Wilma! [kicks through the wood]