Jill: What have you been doing down there all day long? What took so long?
Tim: Come on, honey. Horror takes time. Besides, when Brad's guests get here tonight, they're gonna be down there with their hair bleached white, eyes bugging out with that look of horror.
Jill: That's the way you looked on our wedding day.
Tim: I shouldn't have lifted the veil.
Jill: Who told you to wear it?

Mark: I'm ready.
Randy: Who are you supposed to be?
Mark: I'm Daddy. Tim "The Tool Man" Taylor.
Tim: Ho-ho-ho-ho-ho!
Mark: Ho-ho-ho-ho-ho.
Tim: Right. Yeah.
Randy: You should have gone as Al. We could have gotten more stuff.

Tim: All right, now that we have an even layer of mortar, it's time to float our brick. There we go. One more course, and our brick wall will be finished. Oh, golly, Al. I'm out of brick.
Al: Are you telling me, Tim, that you're a few bricks shy of a load? [snorts]
Tim: No, I'm telling you you're one wisecrack short of unemployment. [snorts]

Tim: It's Halloween and we all can't be as spooky as Al here. But we can cut ourselves some frightening jack-o'- lanterns.
Al: That's right, Tim. As you can see, I've ready carved my jack-o'- lantern. [Al's pumpkin features a portrait of Bob Vila] Although I've noticed you have not carved your jack-o'- lantern.
Tim: How perceptive of you, Al. Well, I could spend long, boring hours whittling away with an eensy-weensy carving knife like you. Or I could put some excitement into the pumpkin-carving process and sculpt my pumpkin using what?
Audience: More power!
Tim: Darn right, more power. I've cored and scored this bad boy. All I need now is a small explosion to pop the pieces out of the pumpkin. I've filled the pumpkin with natural gas, installed a small sparking device that's activated by this simple remote control. Don't try this at home, children.
Al: I believe that charge might be a little too...
Tim: Too powerful for you, Al? Too manly? A little too macho?
Al: No, all I'm...
Tim: If that's the case, Al, why don't you just cower and hide behind the desk here? [Al ducks behind the desk] Because this bad boy is about ready to go.
[After Tim presses the button, the front carvings of the pumpkin are blown out perfectly]
Tim: See there, Al. Nothing to worry about, buddy.
[When Al gets up from behind the desk, his face is covered in pumpkin guts]

Brad: Mom, everything fits except for the pants.
Tim: Who are you? No, what are you?
Jill: Raggedy Andy.
Tim: Oh, that's right It's Halloween, I'm sorry. Look out, Frankenstein. Look out, Werewolf, it's Raggedy! No, just when you thought it was safe to go back to the toy box... [Preppy voice] It's Andy! Hey, boo! Hey! Boo-hoo. Boo, dude, boo.

Brad: I feel like a sissy.
Jill: You are not a sissy. The two of you are gonna look so cute together.
Brad: I can't believe I'm doing this.
Tim: Brad, a lot of times men do things they don't want to do so the women they're going out with will do things they don't want to do.
Brad: Like what?
Jill: Yeah, like what, Tim?
Tim: Get married, de-grease an engine, shave your back hair.

Tim: Wilson, the Catacomb of Terror is just about complete, but I need your chains.
Wilson: Mm-hmm. Right inside the garage, good neighbor.
Tim: This is gonna be great. It's gonna be so scary down there, those kids are gonna love this.
Wilson: I'm sure they will, Tim. I believe it was Winston Churchill who said, "There's nothing so exhilarating as being shot at and missed."
Tim: Safe bet it wasn't Lincoln who said that.

Wilson: Well, Tim, it's just a physical reaction. When a person becomes frightened, his body releases large amounts of epinephrine.
Tim: I love that song, too.
Wilson: Hm?
Tim: [sings] Tall and tan and young and lovely, the girl from epinephrine goes walking...
Wilson: No, no, no, no, Tim. You're talking Ipanema. I'm talking epinephrine.
Tim: [grunts] Oh, yeah, sure you are. Sure.
Wilson: Well, let's just say adrenaline. It speeds up the conversion of glycogen into glucose. [Wilson lights up his pumpkin which features his face behind a fence] And glucose supplies energy to the muscles, thus making them more efficient for a fight or flight.
Tim: I don't care what it does. When Brad's friends see this Catacomb of Terror, there'll be epinephrine in their pants.

[Tim screams as he sees Jill in her carrot costume]
Jill: Don't even start!
Tim: That's the scariest thing I've ever seen in my life.
Jill: I had a little problem with the reservation.
Tim: Hide the dip!

Jill: Curtis! Ho-ho-ho, Tim, Curtis is here.
Curtis: Mrs. Taylor, that's a great costume.
Jill: Thank you.
Curtis: You can't even see how fat you are.
Jill: What are you supposed to be, Curtis?
Curtis: I'm an atom.
Jill: Then why don't you split.
Curtis: Very funny, Mrs. Taylor.