Tim: I'm serious. It's important to project a good image for your sub-contractors.
Randy: Is that why you're not gonna be here today? Good thinking, Dad.
Tim: I'm not gonna to be here because I'm supporting my family. I tell you something else, it'd be a lot easier getting a new family than getting a new granite guy.
Brad: And on that psychotic note, I'm leaving for school.

Ian: Tim, you did a great job on these cabinets.
Tim: And this is my wife, Jill. And her friend, Patty.
Ian: Pleased to meet you, Patty. Jill, I believe we've met before.
Jill: Yes, I... I think we have.
Tim: Where?
Ian: At the Y. As a matter of fact, Tim, I've seen you there, too.
Tim: Don't remember.
Ian: Small world, isn't it?
Jill: Yeah. Here I thought you were just a gym guy, and you're the granite guy.
Ian: That's me.

Ian: Hey, uh, Tim, I need a workspace. Do you have a garage?
Tim: Do I have a garage? I got something out there you might like, a '46 Ford convertible all retro-ed out.
Ian: Ooh, what do you have under the hood?
Tim: What do I have under the hood?

Patty: Oh, man, is he gorgeous! It's like he walked out of a dream!
Jill: Tell me about it! He's the guy!
Patty: What guy?
Jill: The guy! The guy! The guy! Who I had the sex dream about!
Patty: The guy that asked you out?
Jill: Yes!
Patty: The widower with the four daughters?
Jill: No, no! That was just in my dream, you know. I don't know anything about this real Ian.

Patty: You gonna tell Tim he asked you out?
Jill: I can't. I mean he's driven us all crazy looking for somebody to do the counters. He's finally found someone he likes.
Patty: So?
Jill: Well, if I tell him he could get jealous and he'll fire him and then I'll be looking at holes in my kitchen forever.
Patty: Yeah. I'll bet you'd much rather look at the granite guy.
Jill: Stop. Really, all that happened was that he asked me on a date, found out I was married, that was it.
Patty: Right. But what about the dream?
Jill: The dream was just a dream. Ian is just a symbol.
Patty: Yeah, a sex symbol.

Ian: Well, this is certainly a coincidence, huh?
Jill: Yeah, I'll say!
Ian: What's your husband gonna say when he finds out I asked you out?
Jill: Well, you know, I don't think I am gonna tell him. Tim tends to get jealous and nothing happened, so what's the point?
Ian: Well, if that's the way to handle it, you're secret's safe with me. I gotta get stuff out of the truck.
Jill: Yeah, I have to work on this psych paper.
Ian: You know, I used to teach sculpting in college.
Jill: Really?
Ian: Uh-huh.
Jill: How did you get involved in granite?
Ian: Well, it pays a lot better, and I like working with my hands, you know?
Jill: Hmm, lucky us.
[Ian drops his keys and bends over to pick them up]

Jill: Would you like some of this old olive loaf? At least I think those green things are olives.
Ian: I think I'll stick with what I brought. Oh, as matter of fact, would you like some chicken Florentine? I got plenty.
Jill: Ooh, that smells great.
Ian: Grab a plate.
Jill: OK, great. Thanks! I'm, uh, not much of a cook. My meatballs are harder than these countertops.

Jill: God, it's nice to have a break from this stupid paper.
Ian: Yeah, you seemed a little stressed over it.
Jill: I have this teacher, Professor Nimmelman. He's impossible to please.
Ian: Norm Nimmelman?
Jill: You know him?
Ian: Yeah, I play guitar in a band with him.
Jill: Norm Nimmelman is a musician?
Ian: Yeah. Well, let's just say he has an instrument and sound comes out of it.

Al: All right, now we'll just seal this up. And wherever we see smoke, I'll just mark that with my adhesive and we'll caulk and seal the leak. All right, here's one. Pretty common place for it. Smoke will come in under the siding there.
Tim: [taps on window] Turn off the fan!
Al: Tim probably wants me to turn up the fan. No way!
Tim: Al, I was wrong about the flue. To close the flue, it's push away from you... Close the flue!
Al: Ah, well, boy that would defeat our purpose, wouldn't it? So we'll, uh, we'll just close that up there. Seems to be stuck.
[Al's face is ashen after he is hit by a cloud of soot]

Ian: I gotta get rid of that truck, my girlfriend told me trade it in.
Jill: Oh, so you have a girlfriend?
Ian: Well, not anymore. She traded me in. Ah, she was too good for me anyway.
Jill: What's that about? You seem like a great guy you're the granite guy! [Ian chuckles] You seem smart and talented. Any woman would be lucky to have you.
Ian: That's nice of you to say. Oh, this is my place, the red one on the right.
Jill: Barn red. Oh, that is so cool!
Ian: Thanks. And thanks for the lift.
Jill: Oh, it's my pleasure.
Ian: You know, when I got to your place this morning and, you know, we saw each other again, I... I was afraid it was going to be just awfully uncomfortable all day long. But it wasn't, not at all.
Jill: No, it really wasn't. You know, we had a nice talk and a nice lunch and... [Ian kisses Jill]