Jill: Hope you're hungry.
Brad: Oh, yeah.
Jill: Oh. Guess I'm done with this now.
Randy: That had our tadpoles in it.
Jill: Not anymore. Soup, anyone?
Mark: What's up, guys? Hi, Mom.
Brad: Is Mark eating this?
Mark: No, that's just for you. I'm having ice cream.
Jill: Oh, sweetie, it's right over there.

Jill: Well, hi. I've got the soup for the boys all ready. You want some?
Tim: Well, what's in it?
Jill: Oh, a tad of this, tad of that.
Tim: Sounds a tad too rich for me.
Randy: Oh, I get it. You want us to think the tadpoles are in the soup.
Tim: Now why would your mother do something like that? Come on, dig in.
Brad: Come on, Randy. This is just a big bluff.
Randy: Yeah.
Tim: Come on, boys. Hop to it.

Brad: You know, it does taste kind of weird.
Randy: Yeah, but there's no way it's tadpoles.
Jill: Oh, I guess I can't fool you guys. Ooh! Well, what is this? [pulls a plastic frog out of the soup]
Tim: Yeah!
Jill: It's just a rubber frog. How did that feel? Next time you feel like pulling something, maybe you'll remember that I see all, hear all, and know all that goes on in this house. Do you understand?
Brad & Randy: We're sorry.
Jill: OK. Now I'll fix your real dinner.
Tim: Honey, please. I think you've punished them enough.

Tim: Welcome to this special edition of Tool Time. I'm Tim "The Tool Man" Taylor. You know my assistant, Al. We're here at beautiful Memorial Park, ready for the big race with Bob Vila. I've got this little helmet-cam, so you'll all see exactly what I see. Hey, Bob. Who do you think is going to win the race, huh?
Bob Vila: It's for charity, Tim. The real winners are the children.
Tim: Of course they are, Bob. The winners are the kids. In second place, me. In a distant third, Bob. Oh, boy.
Al: What are you doing, Tim?
Tim: Trying to show the folks at home if there's any critters crawling around in your beard.

Jill: What is this thing?
Tim: This thing is a helmet-cam, so you could see my perspective during the race. I might add that you're looking pretty nice, honey.
Jill: Thank you.
Tim: Where are the boys?
Jill: Across the street.
Tim: So we're alone, huh?
Jill: Don't even think about it, Tim.
Tim: Come here, woman. Come here!