Randy: Sounds like Mom's kicking your butt.
Jill: Yeah, with Al and a team of girls.
Mark: You're losing to girls?
Tim: I wouldn't consider Miss America a girl. She's almost professional. I heard in her talent competition, she put up dry wall. And I'd be doing a lot better if I wasn't stuck with a bunch of lightweight wimps!

Marie: Jill, I'm so upset. I lost my locket.
Jill: That gold one that you were wearing yesterday?
Marie: Yeah, you know, my grandmother gave that to me when I was a little girl. I can't find it anywhere.
Jill: Well, don't worry about it. We'll help you. These boys can find anything.
Randy: I know Brad can.

John Elway: Hey, Tim, where you been? We've been working out here for hours in the rain.
Tim: Oh, it's intermittent, John. I was out buying an exhaust fan.
Sean Jones: We already have an exhaust fan.
Tim: Not like this. This baby will suck the air out of a blimp. Is that all you got done since I've been gone?
Sean Jones: [squares up to Tim] Yeah. You got a problem with that, Tool Man?
Tim: That's cotton, isn't it? It's a cotton/rayon mix or something. Nice.
John Elway: We're doing the best we can, considering our captain spends all his time shopping.
Tim: This is all necessary equipment. Right, Howard?
Howard: No, it isn't, and now they're way ahead of us.
Tim: [grunts] Oh, no.

Jill: Hey, Mr. Macho, enjoying the rain?
Tim: It's... It's intermittent. And for your information, we're way ahead over here.
Jill: Yeah, right. By the time you get your siding up, we'll be done and the owner will be getting junk mail.

Brad: Um, Ashley... about the locket. Would it be all right if I took it back and got something even nicer?
Ashley: Like what?
Brad: Um, how about a bicycle reflector?
Jill: Hi, Brad. Hi, Ashley.
Ashley: Oh, hi, Mrs. Taylor. Look what...
Brad: No! [hugs Ashley]
Ashley: Brad... What are you doing?
Brad: You looked like you needed a hug.
Ashley: Oh. That's so sensitive.
Jill: Brad's always been the sensitive one in the family. [Brad is still hugging Ashley] Try not to be so sensitive, OK?

Jill: Hi, Marie.
Marie: Hi, Jill. Do you guys have a staple gun? I wanna put up fliers about the locket I lost.
Jill: Why is Ashley in the backyard?
Brad: Uh, she doesn't have one, so I said she could use ours. [waves to Ashley]
Jill: Brad, what is going on here?
Brad: Nothing. Um... I think I saw the staple gun in the garage.
Jill: Right. I'll go get it.

Tim: Brad. Brad. Well, how'd it go with your girlfriend?
Brad: I think I'm almost out of the woods.
Tim: Oh, how many times I've said those words.
Ashley: Brad, look what happened. The chain on my locket broke.
Tim: Let me take a look at it, Ashley. It's nothing. I can fix it with my needle-nose pliers in the garage.
Brad: Uh, no, Dad, don't go in the garage.
Tim: Why not?

Tim: Oh... Oh. Looks like somebody here didn't tell the truth!
Ashley: Brad?
Marie: Brad?
Jill: Tim?
Tim: Don't look at me. I told him to tell the truth.
Brad: Well, I guess I'm gonna have to pay, huh, Dad?
Tim: Oh, God, are you gonna pay.

Tim: Well, the tension is mounting at this Habitat site. We're waiting for the final inspection. There's the inspector now. He just looked at Al's house. Judging by the look on his face, he's not too happy. Larry, go in and see if you can see what they're saying.
Inspector: Al, Jill... you did an exceptional job. In fact, I think you built the perfect house.
Al: Thank you, Inspector.
Jill: Thank you! [to Tim] Mm-mm-mm-mm-mm.
Tim: Well, the inspectors are overly polite sometimes. They appreciate hard work. And after we come back, we're gonna see the Tim Taylor... "more perfect" house.