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Adventures in Fine Dining

Episode No# 006
Written by:
Peter Tolan
Directed by:
John Pasquin
Transcript by:
Duncan Taylor

Tim Taylor - Tim Allen
Jill Taylor - Patricia Richardson
Randy Taylor - Jonathan Taylor Thomas
Brad Taylor - Zachery Ty Bryan
Mark Taylor - Taran Noah Smith
Wilson - Earl Hindman
Guest Cast
Al Borland - Richard Karn
[Opening credits]
Episode begins in the kitchen. Tim, Jill & the boys enter from the garage. Jill switches on the lights. The boys are arguing.
Jill: I want you to sit down so I can wash this horrible jacket.
Brad, Randy & Mark: Aw, c'mon!
Tim: Enough! [The boys sit down] I don't wanna hear another word out of you guys. Sit down. Boy, you really did it this time! You really did it!
Jill: I just wanna thank you boys for the most embarrassing night of my life. We are the only family in twelve years to have been kicked out of Wacky Jack's Pizza Pagoda.
Tim: It takes a lot of work to get kicked out of a restaurant that has a trampoline and a batting cage.
Randy: But Dad!
Tim: No buts. That's it.
Brad: It was Wacky Jack's fault. He was making those stupid faces at us.
Jill: He's a clown; that's his job.
Brad: We didn't do anything!
Tim: [Imitating Brad] We didn't do anything! Does this look familiar? [Tim picks up a red clown's nose] Wacky Jack's nose - you pulled it right off his face!
Randy: It's not his real nose.
Tim: I don't care whose nose it is; don't pull things off people's faces. Hey, y'know what you guys are gonna do? You're gonna take this nose, you're gonna put it in an envelope, you're gonna sign a little apology note and send it back to Wacky Jack. And right now, you're gonna get out of my sight. Go up to your rooms. March! March! [The boys get up and start heading upstairs, complaining]
Randy: Mom!
Jill: Up! Up! If I hear any noise upstairs, I'll be up there. And if I have to come up there, you won't want me up there. [Jill follows the boys to the stairs]
Randy: C'mom Mom!
Brad: We didn't do anything!
Jill: No, quiet, now.
Brad: We wanna watch Full House. We didn't --
Jill: -- no. [Brad & Randy go upstairs]
Mark: I just want you to know: I'm innocent.
Jill: Innocent. Pouring salad dressing down your brother's pants?
Mark: Oh. You saw that.
Jill: Yeah. [Mark goes upstairs. Jill goes over to Tim in the kitchen] Tim, this is pathetic.
Tim: We've sunk to a new low. Pizza? [Tim offers Jill some of the pizza they brought back with them]
Jill: Yeah if you take off those mushrooms first.
Tim: Those aren't mushrooms, honey.
Jill: I'll pass. [Tim chooses a piece of pizza for himself]
Tim: Would you nuke that for me?
Jill: Nuke it yourself. [Tim hops across to the microwave like an ape]
Tim: Ooo, ooo, ooo, ooo. [Tim randomly presses buttons on the microwave]
Jill: Don't give me that. You cook for us all the time.
Tim: [In a neanderthal voice] On barbecue. Cook outside with flame. Microwave inside, cook with magic. Flame good, magic bad.
Jill: Microwave good, man stupid! [Jill pours herself a drink. Tim lights one of the gas burners on the stove]
Tim: [Getting excited] Ooo, ah, ah, ooo, ah, ah, ah, ah, ooo!
Jill: Easy monkey boy. [Jill turns down the burner] Fire is our friend.
Tim: [Grunting] Hey-oh-oh-oh! [Tim picks up the pizza piece with a fork and toasts it over the burner]
Jill: Tim, c'mon! You're, you're gonna drip cheese all over my stove.
Tim: Not to mention burn the hair right off my knuckles! Man. [The boys can be heard arguing upstairs]
Jill: [Shouting] I'm gonna count to three and then I'm gonna be up there! One! Two! [The boys stop arguing. Mark comes down the stairs]
Mark: Dad, Brad and Randy are doing bad things.
Tim: Unless it involves human sacrifice, I don't wanna hear about it.
Mark: O.K. I'll let you know. [Mark goes back upstairs]
Tim: Little baboons. Where do they learn this stuff?
Jill: Possibly from the big baboon?
Tim: [Grunts] Uh-ee? ["Me?"]
Jill: Yes you. You encourage their bad behavior.
Tim: I don't encourage bad behavior.
Jill: Oh yeah? Tonight when Brad spit his chewing gum across into that plant, you cheered.
Tim: Jill, that was a ten, twelve foot arc easy. Right into a six inch pot, man. Michael Jordan couldn't have made that shot, huh? But I did tell him to stop too.
Jill: Oh yeah. After you gave him a standing ovation. [Tim takes his pizza over to the table and starts to eat it] I may be wrong, but I think that's sending a mixed signal.
Tim: 'Nough said.
Jill: No, what are we gonna do about our boys' table manners?
Jill: You should give a refreshment course.
Jill: Me? What about you?
Tim: [With his mouth full of pizza] Honey, I'm a man. What do I know about manners?
Jill: I see, so table manners are the "woman's job."
Tim: Historically Jill, yes that's the case: Emily Post, Amy Vanderbilt, and of course, who could forget [In a feminine voice] Miss Manners. I don't recall an etiquette column called "Ask Chuck." "Y'know Chuck, I've been eating pot roast all my life, got that little gristle piece stuck in the middle of my tooth, do you suck it out with a tongue or ask someone to do it? Help me out with that will you friend?"
Jill: Tim, Tim, listen. You are the one that encouraged their bad behavior therefore you should have to be the one to teach them good behavior.
Tim: We should do this together.
Jill: No, no. You're the transgressor.
Tim: I never wear your clothes! Alright, I do like that taffeta gown. [Jill laughs] I feel --
Jill: -- you know what I'm talking about.
Tim: What do you want me to do?
Jill: I want this family to get through a meal without the boys throwing their food, or gargling their milk, or talking about boogers.
Tim: A meal without boogers, hon.
Jill: Tim, it's never gonna happen.
Tim: I can give you a perfect meal.
Jill: Yeah, when? When's there gonna be this perfect meal?
Tim: Tomorrow night. Tomorrow night, I'll sit the boys down, we'll have a man-to-manners talk. You are gonna have three perfect gentlemen. [Some bedding falls past the window and lands in the backyard]
Randy: [From upstairs] C'mon, wow!
Brad: [From upstairs] Look at that, aw wow!
Brad & Randy: [From upstairs] Yeah, yeah! [Mark comes downstairs, wearing his pyjamas and carrying a large teddy bear. Tim & Jill go over to him. Mark heads towards the back door]
Jill: Honey, what is this. What are you, where are you going?
Mark: Brad and Randy threw my mattress out the window.
Tim: That's it, I'm coming up there! [Tim heads toward the stairs]
Jill: Honey, honey, honey, you don't have to... [FADE]
Cut to the "Tool Time" set, the next day.
[Tim & Al are working on a project. They are knocking nails into a subfloor. Tim tries to keep up with Al but has to stop to remove his bent nails]
Tim: So, Al and I have finished that subfloor. And next time, we'll show you how to lay down that tongue-and-groove hardwood flooring. Al, what size board is, board do we use on that, Al?
Al: Er Tim, they're three inches wide by one-eighth of an inch thick. [Al holds up a board] They'll be fastened down by driving a nail at a forty-five degree angle through their longitudinal tongue.
Tim: Aahh! That's goot hurt, huh? But we do that to hide the nail, don't we?
Al: That's right Tim. [Al starts sweeping up]
Tim: I know that sounds complicated, but it's not. And what you'll end up with is an absolutely beautiful dining room floor. Speaking of dining rooms, that brings me to today's tool tip for "Tool Time." It's about etiquette. [Tim take's off his toolbelt and hangs it up] It's a big word so get out your dictionaries. You see, a dining room needs two things to be complete: a floor, ha-ha-ha-ha, and manners. You see, when men are together by ourselves, we don't worry about manners, do we, cuz, hey, we don't need them. You're at the ball game, what's better than a mustard fight with your buddies. Or spitting, spitting beer: hey buddy pffff! Hey! My personal favorite: jamming two big french fries up that nose, act like a walrus. [Tim flaps his arms like flippers and makes honking sounds] Hey, it's guy stuff and women don't appreciate guy stuff, and that's the truth. I don't think a woman really understands the diaphragmatic control it takes to do all of the vowels in one belch. [Belches] A-E-I-O-U. Manners, use manners. It shows you're civilized, it tells women you're civilized and they'll keep doing things for you. So always remember that. Use the correct fork, put the napkins in your lap, [Tim puts on his jacket] and always, I do mean always, excuse yourself when you lose a little pressure. Because I want you to remember men, the first three letters of "manners" [The word "MANNERS" appears on screen] are, uh: [Tim sweeps the rest of the letters aside to leave "MAN"] See you next week. [Grunts] Ah-ah-ah. [Tim leaves the set]
Cut to the living room.
[Tim is carrying a stack of children's stacking blocks. Jill enters from the garage with the laundry]
Jill: Look Tim, I found this broccoli in Randy's dirty clothes.
Tim: Hmm. Either he's hiding it or not digesting properly.
Jill: Urgh! That's disgusting! [Jill puts the broccoli in the trash] What is all this? [Tim has put the wooden blocks on plates on the table]
Tim: I'm teaching my men some manners.
Jill: With wooden blocks.
Tim: Rehearsal food. That's what that is.
Jill: Well gee, I hope they don't like it. I don't have any recipes for wood.
Tim: Sure you do: that meat loaf that you like so much.
Jill: I don't mean to criticize but, um, is this where you want to put the napkins?
Tim: No, I want them in the proper spot. [Tim moves the napkins to the other side of the plates] There you go.
Jill: That was right in the first place!
Tim: [Grunts] Uhhh! [Jill laughs] You don't really think I can do this, do you?
Jill: I didn't say that Tim.
Tim: C'mon, you don't really think I can do it, say the words, say it, say it.
Jill: Sweetheart, I just think that you cannot teach that which you do not know.
Tim: Really.
Jill: Really.
Tim: I'll have you know that that which you think I do not know is that which I know.
Jill: No, no, no.
Tim: If I can't whip these boys into shape --
Jill: -- what, what?
Tim: I will give you anything you want.
Jill: Anything?
Tim: Anything. I know what you want.
Jill: No, no, no Tim. That would be the consolation prize. I was thinking more along the line of season tickets to the opera.
Tim: Ahhhh! [Jill laughs] That's, that's a Greek word, isn't it? Death by music.
Jill: You said anything.
Tim: If that's what you want, fine. But if I want to see a screaming fat lady with horns, I'll go to your mom's house! Yeah! [Tim laughs]
Jill: Now listen buddy, a deal is a deal. I'm gonna go call the Michigan Opera Theater for ticket information. [Jill goes upstairs with the laundry, singing]
Tim: You're wasting your time.
Cut to the backyard.
Tim: Mark! [Tim enters the backyard] Mark!
Mark: [From under an up-turned trash can] Daddy!
Tim: Mark. [Tim lifts up the trash can off Mark] What are you doing under there, sweetheart?
Mark: Smelling the inside of the trash can.
Tim: Why are you doing that?
Mark: Brad said he would give me a quarter if I did.
Tim: What, is Brad like the garbage fairy now? Why don't you go inside and wash up.
Mark: O.K. [Mark goes inside]
Tim: Randy! Brad!
Randy: [From a distance] Yeah?
Tim: Home, now!
Wilson: [Wilson is wearing a welder's mask] How goes it good neighbor?
Tim: Hiya Wilson, What're you making over there?
Wilson: I'm building a porcupine trap.
Tim: Really.
Wilson: Hm.
Tim: I don't think there's a whole lot of porcupine in the Detroit area, are there?
Wilson: Ah-ha. But if you build it, they will come! [Tim mouths "whoa." Brad & Randy enter the backyard through the bushes]
Randy: What do you want Dad?
Tim: I want you to go sit down at the table, alright? [Randy goes inside] Hey Brad, can I have a moment with you please?
Brad: What?
Tim: Your little brother was underneath that garbage can, smelling it. Where do you get these ideas?
Brad: They just come to me.
Tim: Why don't you just go sit down. Let me teach you boys some manners. [Tim & Brad go inside]
Cut to the living room.
[Mark is chasing Brad around the room]
Mark: You owe me a quarter.
Brad: No way.
Mark: Yeah.
Tim: That's enough, that's enough you guys. Cut it out. Stop running around. [Tim catches Mark] Stop, stop, come here, sit down. You've got work to do. Sit, sit. [Tim takes Brad & Mark over to the table]
Brad: What're we doing?
Tim: We're sitting down is what we're doing. [Tim, Brad & Mark sit down at the table] Uh, now. [Randy comes over with a glass of milk and sits down] I love you boys but you are bad news in the table manners department so we're gonna have a crash course.
Brad: Why?
Tim: Why? Because of what happened in the restaurant, that's why.
Brad: I told you it was that stupid clown's fault. You ought to go back and punch him out, Dad.
Tim: Hey! Never hit anybody with make-up. That's the rule. The bottom line here, we are gonna have [Brad & Randy start fighting over the wooden blocks on their plates] a civilized meal, and I set this table nicely. Put those back. [Tim puts the blocks back on their plates] A civilized meal means, Brad, no hitting, pinching, kicking. All that jazz under the table you don't think I see, I see it. Don't do it. And Randy, none of these gross out stories, the boogers, the scab stuff, scabs that talk to boogers --
Randy: -- Dad. You wanna talk about food?
Tim: Hey, hey, food, perfect. Let's talk food.
Randy: O.K., well today in the cafeteria, we made Bobby Deavers laugh so hard he shot peas out his nose!
Brad: No way!
Randy: It was excellent!
Brad: Yeah, but did it have snot on it?
Tim: Ohhh, we're not gonna talk snot tonight. You're gonna come down the stairs like little princes, sit down cleaned and washed up, look around and say: [Waiting for an answer and then prompting] "Good evening mother."
Randy: Mom's not here.
Tim: Well pretend she's here.
Mark: I'll be Mommy. [Mark gets out of his chair and goes over to Jill's chair]
Tim: No you won't. Don't be Mommy. It scares me when you say stuff like that. [Tim takes Mark back to his seat. Jill comes downstairs] Behave yourself and sit here. [Tim sees Jill]
Jill: Don't mind me. Just pretend I'm not here.
Tim: It would be a lot easier to pretend you weren't here if you weren't.
Jill: I won't say a word. Er, do you need any help?
Tim: Thanks honey, but I've got it all taken care of.
Jill: Huh. By the way, I did call Michigan Opera Theater. There are plenty of good seats available.
Tim: Huh. [To the boys] You guys gotta help me me out, you've gotta help me out. Let's take care of this. If we don't do this right, I'm gonna spend the next year at the opera. [Jill starts preparing dinner]
Brad, Randy & Mark: Ahhhhhhh! [Tim clutches his chest]
Tim: Alright, focus, focus, focus. Eating is not just a necessity, it's a job. Like any job, you need the proper tools. These are the tools of the trade: [Tim picks up the cutlery] fork, knife, weaker sister the spoon. Help me, help me, help me. Almost useless, crude instruments by themselves, but together they form the meal time triad of power.
Tim, Brad, Randy & Mark: [Grunting] Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah.
Jill: Tim, I hate to interrupt this grunt fest but dinner is less than two hours away.
Tim: Thanks for reminding me, pookie.
Jill: You're welcome.
Tim: Thanks. Now we've gotta hustle up, we've gotta hustle up. Just the bas- take that out of your mouth please, O.K? [Mark takes his knife out of his mouth] Just the basics, quick, alright. Tonight, for dinner, do not eat with your hands.
Randy: Well, what if we're having chicken?
Tim: Huh, [Tim looks at Jill. Jill looks back at him] chicken outdoors, use your hands; chicken indoors, knife and fork.
Brad: What about live chicken?
Tim: A live chicken? Brad, who the hell do you hang out with?
Brad: Mom!
Jill: What?
Brad: Dad's cussing.
Tim: I'm not cussing.
Mark: He said a bad word.
Tim: It wasn't bad. [Tim sits down in his chair]
Randy: Yeah, he said hell and damn.
Tim: I did not say damn.
Randy: Now you did. [Tim rubs his brow. Jill comes over, looking smug]
Tim: Control here, control, control. That's it. You guys now, O.K., we do exactly as Dad does. Listen up. Sit up straight. Sit up straight, straight. Sit up straight. [Tim slaps Brad and he sits up] Elbows off the table Randy, Randy elbows. [Brad slaps Randy] Stop that!
Randy: Stop that!
Tim: Stop that!
Brad & Mark: Stop that!
Brad, Randy & Mark: Stop that, stop that, stop that, stop that.
Tim: Enough, enough, enough!
Brad, Randy & Mark: Stop that, that's enough, stop that, that's enough! Stop that --
Tim: Don't repeat me!
Brad, Randy & Mark: Stop that, that's enough, don't repeat me, stop that, that's enough, don't repeat me. [Jill starts playing an opera CD on the stereo] Stop that, that's enough, don't repeat me, stop that, that's enough, don't repeat me, stop that, that's enough, don't repeat me, stop that, that's enough, don't repeat me. [Tim puts his hands to his head]
[Commercial break]
Cut to the backyard.
[Wilson is crouched down by his trap. There is a sceaming cat noise. Tim enters his backyard]
Wilson: Shh-shh-shh.
Tim: Wilson? [Wilson stands up]
Wilson: Hiya Tim.
Tim: It looks like you've caught your first porcupine.
Wilson: No, just Mrs. Foley's cat. [The cat yowls again] Easy Fluffy. I'm trying to calm him down a little bit before I set him loose.
Tim: He's not hurt, is he?
Wilson: No, no, no, no, Tim. This is a humane trap. [The cat hisses] Of course, that's my opinion not Fluffy's. So, how was the pow-wow with the boys about table manners?
Tim: Wilson, I don't know. Those kids sit down to diiner and they go nuts.
Wilson: Tim, Tim, Tim, the problem with your boys is they don't know how the channel their meal time aggression.
Tim: Meal time aggression?
Wilson: You see Tim, primitive man was a hunter; he had an intimate relationship with his food.
Tim: A lot of dating with wildebeest going on?
Wilson: No, no, no, no, Tim. I'm talking about a spiritual intimacy. They were at one with their meat.
Tim: [Grunts] Uhh?
Wilson: The hunter would stalk and kill his prey, then pay homage to the animal's spirit. He would give thanks to the animal for giving its life. But the primitive man in us is confused. Today our food comes to the table, we don't know how it got there.
Tim: Hm. It gives you something to think about when you open a can of spam, doesn't it?
Wilson: Yes.
Tim: Thanks Wilson. [Tim goes back towards the house]
Wilson: Alright. I think Fluffy has calmed down now. There you go little buddy: freedom. [Wilson opens the trap and the cat runs off into the bushes. There is the sound of a dog barking and more cat screaming. Wilson turns to Tim] Well, with freedom comes responsibility.
Cut to the living room.
[Mark, Brad & Randy enter from the backyard, followed by Tim. The boys are complaining]
Tim: Enough! Enough, enough. Guys, [The boys sit around the table] your mom wants one quiet meal and I'm gonna give it to her if I have to duct tape you yard apes to those chairs. Quiet.
Randy: O.K., we'll do whatever you want tonight. Can we go now? [Randy starts to leave]
Tim: No, you can't go now. Cuz I'm gonna tell you something. [Tim picks up Randy and puts him on one of the stools by the counter] I know the reason why you guys get nuts at the dinner table. Because you don't have an intimate relationship with your food. [The boys look at each other, puzzled] You don't respect what you're eating. You're not getting this. Let me show you what I mean. [Tim goes over to the counter and picks up the chicken Jill has got out for dinner] Mm. This is the chicken we're having for dinner tonight. [Tim holds the chicken in front of Randy's face]
Randy: Oh yuk! That looks gross.
Tim: That's exactly my point. This bird gave its life so you could eat. You should thank the bird.
Randy: Dad, have you lost it?
Tim: You're just missing it. It, it, you don't get it. [Tim sits down] It's simple. You guys would lose your meal time aggression if you had to hunt it and kill it yourselves. Hmm. I'll tell you what; I'll be the chicken, you be the mighty hunters. Stalk, hunt me. Kill the chicken. [Tim stands up and carries the chicken around the room] Blah-blah-blah-blah. What a wonderful day to be a chicken and alive. Buck-buck-buck. Oh God, it's hunters. I'd better run. Flee, run, flee. So they couldn't catch me, flee. Run, stalk, hunt, kill me, c'mon.
Brad: Kill the chicken! [The boys jump up and chase Tim around the room]
Brad, Randy & Mark: Yeah, yeah, ahhhhhhhhhhh! [Tim makes chicken noises. They run into the backyard]
Tim: Kill the chicken, kill, kill the chicken. Alright, I think the chicken's dead. [Tim is carrying Randy and has Brad and Mark holding onto him] The chicken's dead.
Cut to the backyard.
Randy: But the spirit of the chicken's still alive!
Brad: Ahhh! [Tim drops the chicken and it lands on the grass. Tim and the boys stop and look at it]
Tim: Aw, we've got to eat this thing now. [Tim picks up the chicken]
Randy: I am not eating that. There's grass all over it.
Tim: Does that bother you? [Tim puts the chicken in the barbecue tray]
Randy: Yes, it's all dirty, gross and disgusting.
Tim: Ho-ho-ho. Haven't we learned something. You know what? [Tim sits on the garden chair] I think what's dirty and disgusting and gross is when you guys come to the table and tell your booger and scab stories. Fight, kick, yell. I think manners aren't respect for your food but respect for people around you, maybe. You guys understand any of this stuff?
Randy: Yeah.
Brad: Yeah, kind of.
Tim: I want you to think about that before tonight's dinner.
Randy: Now what do we do?
Tim: Whatever you want. [Randy looks at Brad and smiles]
Randy: Kill the chicken again! [The boys jump on Tim]
Cut to the living room, that night.
[Tim, Jill & the boys are sitting around the candle lit table. Mark has his head on the table, asleep. Opera is playing in the background]
Jill: Randy, honey, do you want some more mashed potatoes?
Randy: No thank you.
Jill: How about you Brad?
Brad: No thank you. [Randy rests his head on the table. Brad rests his head on the back of his chair]
Tim: No thank you, no thank you. That's very polite.
Jill: Tim, I've gotta apologize. I thought you couldn't give me one quiet meal with the boys and you did it.
Tim: I think we can kiss off Madame Butterfly, can't we?
Jill: Not so fast. I mean, you didn't really teach them manners. [Jill lifts up Randy's head, who is now asleep, and removes his plate from underneath it and puts his napkin in its place] You just exhausted them.
Tim: You take what you can get.
Jill: I might just do that. [Jill stands up and blows out the candle nearest her]
Tim: [Grunts] Uh?
Jill: I'll be going upstairs now. [Jill turns to go upstairs]
Tim: You want company?
Jill: No, just you.
Tim: [Grunts] Ye-heh. [Tim blows out the other candles and creeps over to Jill] Shouldn't we take the boys to bed?
Jill: Nah, leave them. It'll only take a minute anyway! [Jill smiles. Tim shakes his head and adjusts his jeans]
Tim: I feeling pretty spry, honey. Maybe a minute-five, minute-ten! [Jill laughs. Tim & Jill go upstairs]
Cut to the "Tool Time" set.
[Tim & Al are working on the flooring]
Tim: When laying down that hardwood floor, you could use a hammer and nails but, pff, why would you? That would take forver. I think what we need here is:
Audience: More power!
Tim: I was thinking right along those lines myself. And look what Al brought us out here: [Al hands Tim a nail gun] the Binford 3-11 series B-power nail driver. Thank you Al.
Al: You're welcome Tim.
Tim: Haha, that's etiquette. Always thank your co-worker. Try to say something nice. Al, good looking slacks! [Tim laughs. Al ignores him] Whoo. [Tim holds up the nail gun] That bad boy's raw power [Grunts] Ah-ah-ah. The kind of power you need to attach a phone book to a cinder block wall, man. [Tim pretends to nail a book to a wall] Pvrff, pvrff, pvrff, pvrff.
Al: Er Tim, you might want to remind our viewers that the Binford 3-11 has that new safety lock.
Tim: Well I'm sure it does Al.
Al: Well, it's been completely redesigned.
Tim: Al, I grew up with these things. [Tim examines the tool] Heck, that is a little different than I'm used to seeing, isn't it? Well, all safeties are basically a solenoid. Very impossible to shoot it when you don't want to shoot it. [Tim points the gun down and it shoots a nail] Ah-ha-how-hee. Tell you what, we'll go to a break right now. [A "Tool Time" title card appears] Get me out of this.
Al: Boy, that's gotta hurt.
Tim: Yeah Al, it does. Feels kind of like that. [The gun fires again]
Al: Ah!
Cut to the "Tool Time" set.
[Tim is trying to fold up a folding rule]

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