Tim: I would think it would be tough to get a bank loan when your last business went belly-up.
Jeff: [clears throat] Yeah, well, I got a private backer, and there's the money that I owe you. I'm sorry it took so long to get it back.
Tim: A private backer? Someone gave you cash for all? A private backer?
Jeff: Yeah.
Tim: Who's the private backer?
Jeff: Oh, I thought I mentioned it. Uh... Mom. Bye. [exits]
Tim: Jeff!

Lucille: Say hello to Gwen, Bertha, Alice and Lois.
Alice: Oh, hello, Tim. So you finally got a toupee.
Tim: No. That's my older brother Jeff. This isn't a toupee.
Gwen: Whatever you say.

Gwen: [laughs] Suddenly, I am tired.
Tim: It's funny how fatigue sets in after winning all my money.
Jeff: [enters] Hey, Tim, ladies.
Gwen: Lucille, walk me home, will you? All this money that I won from Tim is putting a lot of weight on my bad hip.
Tim: Double or nothing? Let's get oiled up and I'll wrestle you for it.
Gwen: I'd crush you like a grape.

Wilson: Oh, yes, I see. So you're worried about your mom losing her money.
Tim: Yeah. I, uh... I talked to Jeff about it and he just said it's none of my business.
Wilson: Well, it's true that loan has nothing to do with you, but considering Jeff's track record, the concerns you have for your mother are totally understandable.
Tim: Yeah. So I'm caught between a rock and a bald guy.

Tim: Well, you got to save some money for a rainy day. I mean, you never know when you're gonna blow out a hip.
Lucille: Look, I've invested pretty well over the years. And I can afford to take a risk if I really believe in it, like Jeff's mailbox business.
Tim: Maybe now he can have his grand opening sale and going-out-of-business sale in one day.

Tim: Wait a minute. You talked him into this? You believe in this that much? Well, why didn't he tell me this?
Lucille: Well, I'm sure he was embarrassed. Your approval means a lot to him, Tim.
Tim: Since when did he care what I think?
Lucille: You guys give each other a hard time, but deep down, Jeff truly admires you.
Tim: I don't think so.
Lucille: Honey, you've got everything in the world that he'd like to have. You've got a successful career, you've got a great family...
Tim: Hair.
Lucille: Yeah. That, too. I'd love to see Jeff get some of that good stuff. That's why I gave him the money. I'd do the same for you, honey.

Jeff: Boy, Mom, you cannot believe all the shipping material out there these days. Packing peanuts, foam popcorn... Makes me thirsty for a Scotch tape and soda. Oh, you. What, are you here to convince Mom that I'm a bad risk?
Tim: No, Jeff. I just came over to talk.
Lucille: Oh, this is good. OK, I just think I'll go out and pop some bubbles. Whoo-hoo-hoo! This is so much fun!
Jeff: She's slipping already.