Tim: [inner monologue] I enjoy: A) Taking a walk in a meadow. B) Reading a good book by the fire. Or C) Going on a rampage with industrial farm equipment. [grunts outloud] A.

Brad: What time's Dad supposed to be back?
Jill: Well, he's supposed to leave Houston around midnight. I wonder how he did.
Brad: Well, you don't actually think he got chosen, do you?
Randy: Are you kidding me? There's psychological tests involved.

Jill: When is the training gonna start?
Tim: Next week.
Jill: Oh, my God. I've gotta get organized. I'm gonna have to make some schedules.
Tim: That's right. While I'm gone, you're the men around the house, OK? You'll have to do what I normally do around here.
Randy: Electrocute ourselves and irritate Mom?
Tim: Those are big shoes to fill.
Brad: We're up to the challenge. [burps]

Tim: I know this is hard to talk about. But if I go into space, it'll be a long time before we can talk.
Mark: I'm fine with that.
Tim: Well, I'm not fine with that. I'm your dad, you know. I wanna know what's wrong. Come on, talk to me.
Mark: Nothing's going on.
Tim: Sure there is. I mean, what, every time a girl breaks up with you, you gonna shave something? You'll quickly run out of options, I'll tell you.

Tim: Well, thanks, buddy. Enjoy your Dumbo Festival.
Wilson: It's a Moomba Festival.
Tim: Moomba, Dumbo. As long as an elephant flies, it's probably a lot of fun, huh?

Jill: So, Tim, you're sure that you're OK about not going into space?
Tim: [o.s.] Absolutely. What's a historic space flight compared with hanging out with your hairless offspring?
Jill: You have no regrets?
Tim: [o.s.] No. You know, why do you keep harping on this?
Jill: I don't know. I just keep picking up these little signals.
Tim: [wearing his NASA uniform] I don't know what you're talking about. I'm gonna need some more Tang, instantly.

Jill: I've been looking for this box everywhere. I'm so glad you thought of looking in the attic.
Tim: Me, too, 'cause I've been looking for this everywhere.
Jill: Now I can finally organize the family photos. Isn't that great? Take off the hat, Tim.
Tim: Sorry.
Jill: And the wig.
Tim: I think the wig is working with the outfit.
Jill: I don't think so, no.

Tim: This is not a good idea. With all your work and the kids, you're gonna drive yourself crazy trying to do this.
Jill: Well, you know, school is winding down. I'm just gonna have to make time. You know, I've been feeling really bad about neglecting the family and the family stuff. I mean, this is a legacy that I can hand down to the boys.
Tim: I think the legacy they'd prefer is cold hard cash.
Jill: Oh, God. There's a thousand pictures. I don't know where to start.
Tim: I got an idea. Why don't we put all this back in the box, seal it up, and put it in a place you can't remember?
Jill: I wanna do this. These are family heirlooms.
Tim: An heirloom is a gold watch, not Randy eating out of a garbage can.

Jill: What is this old picture?
Tim: That's when I graduated driver's ed. I was the valedictorian.
Jill: Oh, look at this picture of the kids. This is what? The summer of 1991. Aren't they cute?
Randy: [enters] Hey.
Mark: [enters] Hey.
[Brad salutes his parents as he walks in without saying a word]
Tim: Hang onto this.

Al: Well, guys, why don't you tell our audience the real reason you're here?
Steve Hawley: I wanted to meet Heidi.
Tim: Steve?
Ken Bowersox: We're here because a Binford tool's been chosen to fly in the space shuttle.
Al: That's right. Many major corporations were vying for this privilege, but Binford won.
Tim: Steve, why don't you tell us something about the Binford tool?
Steve Hawley: It's the Binford 2001 computerized wrench. You can pre-program the amount of torque, turn and speed.
Ken Bowersox: And it stores all the data right here in the computer.
Tim: I believe I was talking to Steve, Ken.