Tim: What about you, Wilson? What are you afraid of?
Wilson: I do have one underlying fear, Tim - I'm afraid that reality, as we know it, is someone else's dream. When the dreamer wakes, I'll no longer exist.
Tim: ...Wilson, I wouldn't share that with too many people.
Tim: [about a mouse] Jill, it's just an innocent thing.
Jill: Tim, they are dirty, they carry disease, they eat garbage.
Tim: So do the boys, and you're not afraid of *them*.
Randy: [there is a snake in the light fixture] Come on, Dad, just stick your finger in the light. When the snake bites it, pull him out.
Tim: Ha ha ha. Can I talk to you a minute? Maybe you didn't hear ol' Dad the first time: Shut up.
[Tim's reading the instructions to the pilot light]