Tim: Gee Al, nobody can grow a beard as fast as your mom.
Tim: Wait a minute, you actually want me...to build you something?
Jill: I'm trying to gain control of my life. I don't know what I'll get first, a diploma or menopause.
Jill: I have problems on a deeper level.
Tim: Where do you expect me to put all this stuff I just bought for that office, Jill?
Jill: I can think of a really good place.
Tim: I'm so absorbed, Miss I can't hear myself talk to myself.
Doug: This fish is good...it's not too fishy.
Tim: That's because it's chicken, Doug.