Randy: Hey, Mom. Are you and Dad gonna be here tomorrow, say, around 2:00?
Jill: Well, let's see, Dad's gonna be at the office, and I was thinking about going shopping. They're having a sale at a boutique I love.
Randy: Great. Fantastic. Best thing you can do.
Jill: Although... I don't know. I may just stay home. I mean, sales are really a big pain in the butt. All these women elbowing each other out of the way just to save 40 cents on a bra.
Randy: Well, you know, you should go shopping. You could use a new bra.
Jill: Really? How would you know that?
Randy: Dad told me. He also told me that the last time you bought a bra, it didn't look too good. So you should take your time and try 'em all on.
Jill: You know, I really don't think your father should be talking about stuff like that with you.
Randy: Well, you know, he seemed pretty disturbed by it. But I guarantee you, if you find the right bra, the problem will be solved. Good luck, Mom.

Randy: I don't know what she looks like. We've been sending love letters through the Singles bulletin board on the computer.
Brad: So when are you gonna meet her?
Randy: Never. She's 25.
Brad: No way. Why would a 25-year-old girl be interested in you?
Randy: Because she thinks I'm a 32-year-old dermatologist.
Brad: And, um, where did she get that idea?
Randy: That's what I told her. I also told her I'm 6'4" and drive a Ferrari.
Brad: Hm. Wait till she finds out you're 4'6" and pedal a Schwinn.

Tim: Mark, here's the Styrofoam balls for the planets.
Mark: Dad, there's not that many planets.
Tim: Sure there are. Neptune, Jupiter, Saturn, Mars, Venus, Earth, Mercury, Ford, Chevy, Volvo... Yugo? That planet was destroyed.

Jill: Are you sure you have the right house?
Molly: Yes. I even sent him software at this address.
Jill: Um, why don't you come in? I think I may know what's going on here. Um, what else did this Randy Taylor tell you about himself?
Molly: Just that he has two annoying brothers, his mother can't cook, and he has an accident-prone father.
Tim: I'm glad I'm not in that family.
Jill: Tim, we are that family. Except for that cooking thing.

Wilson: You know, Tim, I'm reminded of an ancient Chinese proverb: "Give a man a fish and you feed him for a day; teach a man how to fish and you feed him for a lifetime."
Tim: If I let Mark do this himself, he's gonna learn more than if I finish it.
Wilson: Very good, Tim.
Tim: You know, but Chinese proverbs aren't gonna win any science fairs. If I let Mark do it all himself, there'd be no craftsmanship, no attention to detail, you know. He's the son of "The Tool Man." What would people say?
Wilson: About Mark, or about you?
Tim: I get it, I get it. But there's one thing... if I let Mark do it all, I won't get to glue anything.

Tim: You might say... one small [grunt] for man one big [three grunts] for mankind. [all grunt]

Molly: I'm looking for Randy Taylor.
Randy: There's no Randy Taylor here.
Molly: And who are you?
Randy: A kid.
Molly: That's strange. Dr. Taylor's gotta be here because I just sent him something to this address.
Randy: Uh... He moved out yesterday and we moved in today. Bye.
Molly: I don't see any moving boxes.
Randy: Well, uh... we're a circus family. We unpack fast.
Molly: Did Dr. Taylor leave a forwarding address?
Randy: Uh... no, but he mentioned joining the Peace Corps in China.
Molly: That seems very strange.
Randy: Well, not really. They're having a big acne epidemic in Beijing.

Molly: Now, this is really weird, because I have been getting love letters from a Randy Taylor, but he's much older than you. He says he loves me almost as much as his cast-iron scroll saw.
Jill: Wait a minute. Cast-iron scroll saw?
Molly: Mm-hm.
Jill: Well, I think I know what's going on here.
Randy: You do?
Jill: My husband always used to write about a cast-iron scroll saw in all of his love letters to me. He must be writing you love letters and then just signing our son's name.
Molly: He never told me that he was married. But it doesn't matter because I love him and he loves me.
Jill: I should've seen this coming when he started hating my bras!

Mark: I guess I'm ready to paint the planets.
Tim: All right. This is real tricky part. You've gotta make sure the pigment's evenly distributed over the surface of the... Evenly. All right. But, you know... All right. Good. It's your project. You move on to something more important and I'll try to even this out.
Mark: What should I do?
Tim: Bend the wires for the orbits.
Mark: OK.
Tim: Straight. Straighten it out. Straight.You got... Here. Now. You don't wanna waste time with this.
Mark: What should I do?
Tim: You wanna monitor the air exiting the surface of the paint.
Mark: What does that mean?
Tim: Watch the paint dry.

Mark: Dad? I'm going over to Bobby's house. Call me when I've finished my science project.
Tim: Not so fast. Not so fast. This is your science project. You're gonna do some of the work here. It's like that old Chinese proverb. You can teach a young fish to dance, but once it gets old, it sticks with you forever.