Tim: Nice to see you guys. This is just unbelievable. Wow! I mean, The Beach Boys right... Could I ask you a little favor?
Al Jardine: Hey, say no more. Two, three, four...
The Beach Boys: [sing] Little surfer Little one Made my heart Come all undone Do you love me? Do you, surfer...
Tim: That's a good song, you know. But I was kinda hoping... You know, l... I really like that. But I was hoping you could do one of your great car songs. Uh, like Little G.T.O.?
Mike Love: That wasn't our song.
Tim: No. [laughs] I mean Little Old Lady from Pasadena.
Matt Jardine: That was Jan and Dean.
Tim: Um... Hey Little Cobra!
Bruce Johnston: Sorry. Rip Chords.
Tim: Well, the only one I know is Little Deuce Coupe, and I know you didn't do that.
Carl Wilson: Actually, we did.
Tim: Well... and it was great.
Wilson: Well, it would've been if they'd used my lyrics.
Mike Love: Let's not start that argument again.

Wilson: Well, I just don't understand. Would it have been so horrible for them to have recorded one of my verses?
Tim: Why is this so important to you?
Wilson: I just always thought I had a flair for writing.
Tim: You do. I mean, you wrote a book.
Wilson: Yes, I did. The Psycho-Physiological Indices of Amorous Connections Among Termites of the Southwest.
Tim: And it's a great book. I'm halfway through the title already.
Wilson: Well, Tim, my book sold four copies. Fun, Fun, Fun sold four million.
Tim: Well, I think it's a fact of life people would rather have fun than termites.
Wilson: Well, the two are not mutually exclusive.
Tim: Hold on a second. Let me ask you a question here. What if one of your cousins had come to you with suggestions about things to put in your book?
Wilson: Well, don't be ridiculous. Why would I go to The Beach Boys for their views on entomology? [off Tim's look] Ahhh. Mm-hm. Mm-hm. Mm-hm. And why would they come to me about writing surfer songs?

Wilson: Well, if I'm gonna write songs, I should just write about things I know... like termites.
Tim: There you go!
Wilson: Mm-hm. Wood Vibrations.
Tim: Wood-n't It Be Nice. [Wilson laughs] Help Me, Rodent.
Wilson: Ah.

Lauren: So how's the hot rod coming along?
Tim: Really good. Starting the hydraulics on the convertible top.
Lauren: Great. Did you remember to bleed the system?
Randy: Never have to remind my dad to bleed.

Jill: You should've seen Mark at his lesson today. He was awesome.
Mark: Sure was.
Tim: Well, that's my boy. I told you, you worked hard at this thing, big things are gonna happen. You know, and it'll help you with future things down the line.
Jill: You don't have any idea what we're talking about, do you?
Tim: Not a clue.
Mark: I was at karate, Dad.
Tim: Yeah! Yeah. Well, you work hard at that and end up... You get a high-paying job in the karate industry.

Tim: Nippy out here for a barbecue, isn't it, Wilson?
Wilson: Well, Tim, my cousins and their friends are in town on business. I'm making veggie burgers since they didn't care for my Armadillo Cacciatore.
Tim: Your cousins are here? I'd sure like to meet them. Are they anything like you?
Wilson: No, no, no, no, no, no. They're oddballs.
Mike Love: Hey, Wilson, how are those veggie burgers coming?
Carl Wilson: Yeah, I'm starving, cuz.
Wilson: Tim Taylor. Uh, Tim, these are my cousins. This is Mike Love... ...and Carl Wilson.
Tim: Th... these are The Beach Boys. He never said he was related to you guys.
Wilson: Well, I never tell anybody we're related. Otherwise, I'd be hounded for concert tickets and autographs.
I know the feeling!
Tim: I'm a celebrity too! Tool Time. Host. [hums theme song]
Bruce Johnston: Hey, any sign of a burger?
Wilson: Tim, these are the rest of The Beach Boys.
Tim: Yeah!
Wilson: This is Bruce Johnston, and Al and Matt Jardine.

Tim: Hey, guys. I'll show you my hot rod if you'll sing a little of Little Deuce Coupe.
Brad: What kind of car do you have?
Tim: '46 Ford convertible.
All: Yeah.
Tim: All-metal body.
All: Whoa...
Tim: Tricked-out flathead.
All: Cool!
Tim: Three carburetors.
All: Three?!
Carl Wilson: One, two, three...
The Beach Boys: [sing] Little deuce coupe You don't know what I got Little deuce coupe You don't know what I got Well, I'm not braggin', babe So don't put me down I've got the fastest set of wheels in town When something comes up to me he don't even try 'Cause if I had a set of wings I know she could fly She's my little deuce coupe You don't know what I My little deuce coupe You don't know what I got

Randy: Ah, Dad. I'm getting together with Lauren. What do you think? Vest? Or... no vest?
Tim: Well... no vest says casual and cool. Vest says you might be trying to impress her. You're a little desperate.
Randy: Got it. Go with the vest.

Tim: Where are you and Lauren going?
Randy: Uh, to the mall. I need some new shoes, and Lauren said she wanted to go shopping.
Tim: Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!
Randy: What does "Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa" mean?
Tim: When a girl wants to help you buy shoes, it means she wants to be more than just friends.
Randy: Really?
Tim: Yeah. Here's how it goes. Candy store, friends. Shoe store, more than friends. Jewelry store, run for your life.
Randy: [doorbell rings] Don't worry, Dad. We're nowhere near jewelry store.
Tim: Trust me, one day you'll say the magic words: "It looks kind of like gold, doesn't it, honey?"

Mark: I got him.
Randy: Uh-oh, he's coming back. What do we do?
Mark: I don't know. That's as far as we got in karate class. [they run]