Marty Taylor: I happen to want my kids to like me.
Tim: You're their father, not their friend. You can't let them manipulate you like this.
[dog toy squeaks]
Marty Taylor: Well, excuse me, but I happen to think
[dog toy squeaks]
Marty Taylor: that you're the one who's being manipulated.
Tim: What's that supposed to mean?
Marty Taylor: Oh, come on. Your wife sent you down here to bite my head off
[dog toy squeaking]
Marty Taylor: about something that you don't even believe.
Tim: If you think for one minute I came down here 'cause of Jill, you're dead wrong. I'm my own man. I do my own bidding.
Marty Taylor: Yeah? Well, I'm my own man
[dog toy squeaks]
Marty Taylor: and I don't happen to agree with what your wife sent you down here to tell me.
Tim: If you weren't such a thickhead, you'd realize she made a good point.
[dog toy squeaks]
Tim: You know what else? This is a really annoying job.