Wilson: Anyway, there once was this little boy in Africa who wanted to give his teacher a gift, but he had no money. So he walked two days to the ocean, and he picked up a handful of sand. And walked two days back, and he gave it to her. She was greatly moved by the gift, but she said, "It was so far for you to walk". And he said, "Teacher, the journey is part of the gift."
Tim: Yeah, but Wilson, I've been on the journey. It's the destination. It's the sand. I don't know what to get her.
Wilson: Well, Tim, maybe you're just trying too hard.
Tim: And she's not being any help. She's being so sensitive about this.
Wilson: Well, sometimes birthdays only remind us of how old we are. Maybe Jill needs to be reminded of all the simple joys she had in getting there.
Tim: What kind of gift would do that?
Wilson: Well, I don't know, Tim. You'll have to listen to that little voice inside you. It'll tell you what to do.

Tim: Randy, come on over here and help me load up some firewood. Your mom's really cold.
Mark: How come Mom is always cold?
Tim: Guys, I'm gonna tell you something about women. They're always cold. It's our job as hot-blooded men... [grunts]... to heat the women up.
Mark: If men are hot-blooded, are women cold-blooded?
Tim: Out of the mouths of babes.

Randy: Well, are we gonna do something special for her birthday on Saturday?
Tim: Yeah, Saturday, yeah! Oh... We'll have a big party. We'll cater some food, her favorite restaurant, balloons, everything.
Randy: Won't she be disappointed?
Tim: Why?
Randy: Her birthday is Friday.