Tim: Welcome to our Tool Time salute...
Al: to the last manly sport. [cow moos]
Both: Rodeo.
Tim: I mean, what's more manly than eating your steak after you finish riding it?
Al: That's right. These cowboys are a dying breed. Rugged individuals who pay no mind to their overbearing mothers that won't let them live their own life. Maybe it's out on the range, maybe not, but let them live their own lives!
Tim: Al.
Al: Well, moseying right along...
Tim: "Moseying along"?

Jill: This new French restaurant opening up in Royal Oak. Maybe your father and I should go there for our anniversary.
Brad: How come you're not gonna go to your favorite place? The one where that waiter always insults him.
Jill: Brad, it's our anniversary. I'm getting a new waiter to insult your dad.
Mark: Never stop giving.
Jill: No. Plus, I hate that guy at Sorrentino's. Antonio. He's really rude. And he sounds like Dracula. "Good evening."

Brad: Check this out. I guess they got this new program where they put cameras at intersections and try to catch drivers who run red lights.
Mark: Whoa, cool angles! They can get the license plate from the back and the driver from the front.
Jill: Let me see that. Gosh! Nobody's gonna be able to pick their nose in the car anymore.
Brad: I think this is outrageous. I mean, it's a blatant invasion of privacy. It's another example of Big Brother taking control and infiltrating every aspect of our lives.
Jill: You just don't want to get a ticket.
Brad: Fricking right!