Tim Quote #1323
Quote from Tim in The Eyes Don't Have It
Tim: You know, and I kind of resent the fact you think you're a better parent than I am.
Jill: I did not say that.
Tim: Well, that's what it sounded like to me. [doorbell rings] I'll have you know, I spend a lot more time with my boys than most parents. I'm caring, I'm understanding, and I'm responsible. [opens door] Hi, Beth.
Beth: Hi, Mr. Taylor. I'm here to see Randy.
Tim: Randy? Honey, did you pick Randy up from football practice?
Jill: No. His caring, sensitive, responsible father was supposed to do that.
Tim: [grunts] Oh, yeah. I'm on my way.
Home Improvement Quotes
‘The Eyes Don't Have It’ Quotes
Quote from Wilson
Mark: I don't want to look like a dork.
Wilson: Well, may I suggest an alternative solution that will help improve your eyesight? Here's a handy little trick I picked up from a Russian ophthalmologist I met at a caviar-tasting festival. Take a piece of paper and you make a tiny, tiny, tiny little hole, then you hold it up to your eye, and it will correct your myopia by allowing the eye to refocus light upon a mosaic of photosensitive receptors.
Mark: What?
Wilson: It'll help you see better.
Mark: Wow! It really works.
Wilson: Uh-huh. And if you use two, it's twice as effective.
Mark: This is great! I'll never have to wear glasses. And I won't look like a dork.
Brad: Mark, Mark, buddy. Just tell me one thing. [takes the pieces of paper and holds them to his eyes] What do I look like?
Mark: A dork.
Quote from Tim
Tim: He does well in school. Maybe the teacher doesn't like him.
Jill: Well, how could she not like him? Mark is adorable.
Tim: Oh, come on. In fourth grade I was adorable. My teacher hated me. Fifth grade teacher didn't like me. Sixth grade teacher really had something out for me. Seventh grade was a nightmare.
Jill: Tim, are you noticing a pattern here?
Tim: I had a string of bad teachers.
Quote from Tim
Al: There is no such thing as a gas-powered porcupine!
Tim: It all depends on what it had to eat. [laughs] Watch how beautifully this seams our lovely wheat-colored Berber. [Tim rips the carpet to shreds]
Al: Well, way to go, Tim. And what would you call that?
Tim: Shredded Wheat Berber.