Tim Quote #2353
Quote from Tim in No Place Like Home
Jill: It's gotta be tough. You know, I used to fall apart every time I left a house I barely lived in, but this house has been a part of your life for so long.
Tim: Yes, it has. Dad put his heart and soul in this place. Everything I loved about him is here.
Jill: Tim... this house is really beautiful, but everything you loved about him is something you carry with you, don't you think? I mean, all your memories about him and what he taught you about cars and how to work with tools. How to be a great dad. I mean, who showed you how to shoot those peas right out of your nose?
Tim: Mom. Dad taught us how to use six parts of our body as a musical instrument.
Jill: Seven.
Tim: [laughs] Oh, boy. Ah, you're probably right. No matter what these people do, they can't take the memory of him from me.
Jill: Yeah. Your dad must have been a great guy. I wish I had met him.
Tim: He was a great guy. He would have loved you, loved everything about you.
Jill: Yeah.
Tim: Except maybe that turkey tetrazzini.
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‘No Place Like Home’ Quotes
Quote from Wilson
Wilson: You know, closing up the old childhood home can be a traumatic thing. I know it was for me.
Tim: A lot of memories?
Wilson: Yeah, they're still vivid. Waking up to the sound of a hyena laughing. The sweet smell of hay as the zebra grazed. The sight of a mother rhinoceros feeding her calf.
Tim: Uh, you... you were raised in Africa?
Wilson: Chicago. In an apartment overlooking the zoo.
Quote from Tim
Jill: How are you, honey?
Tim: I'm good. I was just thinking how much I'm like this house.
Marty: You mean you both have old, leaky pipes?
Tim: I'm speaking metaphorically.
Jeff: Metaphorically? You actually know what that means?
Tim: I have a neighbor who explains stuff like this to me.
Quote from Wilson
Tim: So, Wilson, what are you doing?
Wilson: Well, Tim, I'm carving a nativity scene out of giant radishes. What do you think of my Three Wise Men?
Tim: I think they should come bearing onion dip.
Wilson: [chuckles] See, this is part of the Mexican custom of Noche de Rabanos.
Tim: Um... Night of the Bathroom?
Wilson: No, no, no, no, no, Tim. Night of the Radishes. You see, every Christmas, farming families would head into town and display their tuberous creations.