Table of Contents
- 1 Season 1
- 1.1 Pilot
- 1.2 Mow Better Blues
- 1.3 Off Sides
- 1.4 Satellite on a Hot Tim’s Roof
- 1.5 Wild Kingdom
- 1.6 Adventures in Fine Dining
- 1.7 Nothing More Than Feelings
- 1.8 Flying Sauces
- 1.9 Bubble, Bubble, Toil and Trouble
- 1.10 Reach Out and Teach Someone
- 1.11 Look Who’s Not Talking
- 1.12 Yule Better Watch Out
- 1.13 Up Your Alley
- 1.14 For Whom the Belch Tolls
- 1.15 Forever Jung
- 1.16 Jill’s Birthday
- 1.17 What About Bob?
- 1.18 Baby, It’s Cold Outside
- 1.19 Unchained Malady
- 1.20 Birds of a Feather Flock to Taylor
- 1.21 A Battle of Wheels
- 1.22 Luck Be a Taylor Tonight
- 1.23 Al’s Fair in Love and War
- 1.24 Stereo-typical
- 2 Season 2
- 3 See also
- 4 External links
Home Improvement (1991–1999) was an American television sitcom series, airing on ABC, about an accident prone host of a Detroit, Michigan television program about tools, who raises his dysfunctional family.
- Jill: [about the dishwasher] You will not screw it up like you did the blender. End of discussion.
- Tim: What’s wrong with the blender? It’s the only blender on the block that can puree a brick.
- Jill: Tim, do you ever listen to me? It was the last thing that I said in bed to you last night.
- Tim: No, I believe, if you recall, the last thing you said to me in bed last night was “no!”
- Jill: You’re thinking of tonight.
Mow Better Blues
- Tim: In the shop, tape hangs on a hook, because it has a hole in it.
- Jill: So does your head, it’s not hanging on a hook.
- Jill: [to Tim, after finding the missing wrench in the dryer] Do you want this on regular cycle or fluff?
- Jill Taylor: (Finds Tim pretending to ride lawnmower like a motorcycle) So, what? Did you join Hells Gardeners?
- Tim: [after opening a bag of chips and spilling them everywhere] There’s a warning label right here. You shouldn’t open these in broad daylight, in Detroit. It could cause an explosion!
- Tim: Would I help if I said I was sorry?
- Jill: It might.
- Tim: I’m sorry.
- Jill: It didn’t.
Satellite on a Hot Tim’s Roof
- Jill: Tim, what do you actually know about installing a satellite dish?
- Tim: It’s simple. Mount it, point it straight up. Any man could do that.
- Jill: Yeah, but it has to stay up longer than ten seconds.
- Tim: However much I’m not jealous, I’m twice as much not insecure.
- Wilson: Well, you should feel secure, Tim. You’ve got what every man dreams of.
- Tim: A satellite dish!
- Wilson: No, Tim. Three strapping boys, a nice home, and a loving wife.
- Jill: Will you go check the furnace, I think the pilot must be out.
- Tim: Are you saying that lighting a pilot is a man’s job?
- Jill: No, I’m saying it’s your job.
- Mark: What are we gonna make?
- Jill: I’m gonna have your whole Scout troop make paper-bag masks.
- Mark: Is that all? Billy’s mom helped us make a real tepee.
- Jill: She did?
- Mark: Yeah, and she made us beef jerky out of raw meat.
- Jill: Billy’s mom is a Stepford wife. You’re getting pizza and paper-bag masks.
Adventures in Fine Dining
- Jill: What are we gonna do about the boys’ table manners?
- Tim: You should give them a refresher course.
- Jill: Me? What about you?
- Tim: [with his mouth full] Honey, I’m a man. What do I know about manners?
- Brad: Mom!
- Jill: What?
- Brad: Dad’s cussing.
- Tim: I’m not cussing.
- Mark: He said a bad word.
- Tim: It wasn’t bad!
- Randy: He said ‘hell’ and ‘damn’.
- Tim: I did not say ‘damn’.
- Randy: Now you did.
- Jill: I’ll be going upstairs now…
- Tim: You want company?
- Jill: No, just you.
- Tim: [because the kids are asleep at the dinner table] Shouldn’t we take the boys to bed?
- Jill: Nah, leave them. It’ll only take a minute, anyway…
Nothing More Than Feelings
- Jill: [as the boys prepare to go to school] If you miss that bus, you’ll be in big trouble!
- Tim: Trouble already? Boys, pace yourselves, you’ve got all day to be evil. You don’t wanna peak too soon.
- Jill: I thought if there was a problem with the car, the light would get brighter, or there would be a buzzer.
- Tim: A buzzer!? It’s a car, not a game show!
- Jill: Are you saying the car’s not working?
- Tim: We now own a 350-horsepower, 4-door, BOULDER!
- Jill: So I can’t drive it?
- Tim: Not unless you’re Wilma Flintstone!
- Tim: I’m gonna make some of that four-star, happy trails, rootin’-tootin’ chili of mine.
- Jill: I don’t know about the rootin’, but there’ll be plenty of tootin’.
- Tim: You should consider yourself lucky I’m not making my rip-roarin’ chili.
- Jill: What are we going to do about Brad and Randy? They keep tormenting Mark.
- Tim: That’s why we had Mark, so they’d leave us alone.
Bubble, Bubble, Toil and Trouble
- Jill: I thought you said it was a technical problem!
- Tim: Technically, I was the problem.
- Tim: We’ve talked about this long enough; I’m gonna put another sink in this room.
- Jill: Oh, no no no no you’re not.
- Tim: It’s not that big a job; it’s a small job.
- Jill: There is no such thing as a small job with you, Tim. First you’d start with the sink, and the next thing I’d know you’d be ripping out walls, and running a subway through here.
- Tim: I’d give you free tickets!
- [Tim wants to remodel the bathroom, on Tool Time.]
- Tim: …Let me do this for you.
- Jill: Will Al be here?
- Tim: I don’t see what that has to do with anything.
- Jill: Will Al be here?
- Tim: I want you to understand something. Al is my assistant, he assist me.
- Jill: Yeah, I know. Will he be here?
- Tim: Probably, yes.
- Jill: [getting excited] And I can have anything I want?
- Tim: Anything you want!
- Jill: Oh, what if I decide I just want you, right now?
- Tim: Well, it’ll be difficult without Al here to assist me!
- [Jill falls apart laughing.]
Reach Out and Teach Someone
- Jill: Why do they call it a monkey wrench?
- Tim: They call it a monkey wrench because even a monkey can use it.
- Brad: Dad, am I gonna be able to help you work on this thing?
- Tim: You bet!
- Jill: No, no, Brad, honey, you have to finish your homework.
- Brad: Aww, man
- Tim: No “aww man’s.” Do what she says, then you can help.
- Tim: Hey Randy, did you do your homework?
- Randy: Yeah.
- Tim: Want to help?
- Randy: No.
- Tim: Where did I go wrong with him?
- Jill: Don’t worry about it, he’s not yours.
Look Who’s Not Talking
- Tim: We are enlightened men, and enlightened men share in the household responsibilities, right?
- Mark: What’s ‘enlightened’?
- Randy: It means scared of Mom.
- Tim: [about the vacuum] On the outside, it maintains that feminine allure. On the inside, I’ve doubled its chromosome count.
- Brad: I don’t have a woman.
- Mark: I have a woman, Mommy.
- Randy: Your Mom can’t be your woman, doofus!
- Tim: Lot of guys pay psychiatrists a lot of money to figure that one out.
- Tim: The first time I did Tool Time, I was really nervous. So I imagine the audience was just one guy.
- Jill: The first time you did Tool Time, there was only one guy.
- Tim: Yeah, but I pictured him in his underwear.
- Jill: He WAS in his underwear!
- Tim: He was NOT!
Yule Better Watch Out
- Jill: (indicating Randy’s flashy robes) This is Randy’s costume, he’s playing the innkeeper.
- Tim: And where are Mary and Joseph staying this year, Caesar’s Palace!?
- Jill: Randy’s no longer playing the innkeeper, because he added some lines.
- Brad: Yeah. He doubled the price of the room and asked the wise men for ID!
- Randy: They made me a sheep.
- Mark: So Santa is alive?
- Jill: Sure, you sat on his lap at the mall.
- Mark: But there are a lot of malls. How could Santa be at every one?
- Tim: He’s really fast for a fat guy!
Up Your Alley
- Tim: You can’t help that you’re a lousy bowler. You’re a woman.
- Jill: Boy, nothing gets by you, Tim.
- Jill: We’re keeping score.
- Tim: I thought you didn’t want to keep score.
- Jill: Oh, is the great big bad bowling man afraid his itty-bitty wife is going to beat him?
- Tim: Is the itty-bitty wife afraid the big bad bowling man is going to leave her in the PARKING LOT?
For Whom the Belch Tolls
- Tim: Today, we hung a storm door on an existing wood frame. Now, the important thing about putting a door in is hanging it, ’cause if it’s not hung well, you got a problem. Right, Al?
- Al: Speak for yourself, Tim.
- Tim: What are you doing?
- Wilson: Oh, just pounding myself some horseshoes.
- Tim: Wouldn’t a pair of loafers be more comfortable?
- Tim: Pure power. You could saw through the refrigerator with this thing!
- Jill: Wouldn’t it be easier to open the door?
- Jill: [Tim has come home with a piece of table glued to his head] Wha-What is this thing on your head?
- Tim: It’s a little piece of table.
- Randy: What happened?
- Tim: Old Mr. Negativity, Al, distracted me and got my head cemented to this table. It took me a saber saw to get me off of this table.
- Jill: Shouldn’t you go to the emergency room?
- Tim: I was just there. They said I wasn’t a priority.
- Jill: Why? Was there a guy with a whole table stuck to his head? [Jill and Karen laugh]
- Tim: You notice, I’m not laughing.
- Jill: (trying to regain composure) It’s ok, we’ll be good. Randy, s-s-set the table.
- Randy: OK. Dad, bend over!
- Tim: [with a piece of table stuck to his head] I was trying to make a point on the show that men don’t just destroy things with hammers and nails and tools.
- Karen: No, they also glue.
- Karen: Do you move to New York or Seattle?
- Tim: I think a lot depends on where you’ll be living.
- Jill: If I have to tell you what to get, I might as well just go out and buy it myself.
- Tim: Now you’re talking.
- Tim: Mark and I were talking in the garage, do you guys know anything about a “little brother tax”?
- Brad & Randy: No.
- Tim: Maybe I should tell you about something called a “large angry father tax.”
What About Bob?
- Jill: [to Randy] Randall William Taylor, get out here now! I want to talk to you!
- Tim: Wow, the middle name. He’s in trouble!
- Jill: [about Bob Vila] Are you afraid that big bad Bob is going to make you look foolish?
- Tim: Better men than him have made me look foolish. [pause] That didn’t sound right, did it?
Baby, It’s Cold Outside
- Tim’: Are you insinuating this is my fault?
- Jill: I’m not insinuating. I’m saying it. It’s your fault.
- Tim: [after putting out a fire] Who would have guessed that chrome cleaner could be so flammable?
- Al: I suppose whoever put the warning on the label, Tim.
- Al: I’m just saying that if you send that chain letter, you’ll have better luck.
- Tim: Al, listen. Having George Foreman on the show, that is good luck. Winning a shovel, that’s not good luck. You do not have good luck.
- Lisa: Al, Al, I almost forgot. The heat’s broken in my apartment. Can I stay at your place tonight?
- Jill: In the past month, you have done the following things — backed a pickup truck into a house, almost electrocuted yourself three times, nailed your shoe to the floor, and glued your head to a table.
- Tim: What’s your point?
- Jill: My point is it’s not the chain letter that’s causing the bad luck, it’s you. You’re a klutz, isn’t that great?
- Tim: Honey, I’m thrilled.
Birds of a Feather Flock to Taylor
- Eddie: [after his wife died] I was married to Tildy for 45 years, and the woman drove me absolutely crazy. She had these ugly little porcelain cats that she loved to line up on a window sill. Every day for 45 years, I used to take those cats off the window sill and put them in a cupboard. And every day for 45 years, she’d take the cats out of the cupboard and put them back on the window sill.
- Tim: Where are they now?
- Eddie: On a window sill.
- Tim: You didn’t throw them out?
- Eddie: What for? [pause] You don’t have to understand a woman. All you have to do is love her.
- Jill: Do you think that Tim is a good listener?
- Wilson: Yes! I think Tim is a very good listener.
- Jill: But does he understand everything you say?
- Wilson: I think Tim is a very good listener.
A Battle of Wheels
- Tim: What are you up to?
- Wilson: Just painting a self-portrait.
- Tim: Yeah? Of who?
- Tim: I’m your prisoner. Do what you will to me, over and over and over.
- Jill: Let’s face it, Tim, with you, when it’s over, it’s over.
Luck Be a Taylor Tonight
- Robin: At least Tim helps you out around the house.
- Jill: Well, of course he does. I trained him. If it weren’t for me, he’d still be in the backyard eating out of a trough.
- Tim: You know, Charlie, she’s gonna keep interrupting the game if you don’t apologize.
- Fred: Hey, never apologize. It’s admitting you’re wrong. I have never once apologized to any woman.
- Tim: Freddie, how many times you been married?
- Fred: Three.
- Tim: Why do you suppose that is?
- Fred: I can’t find a woman who understands me.
Al’s Fair in Love and War
- Tim: And you’ll notice Daddy-O here has a 20-gallon steel cylinder filled with propane. I’ve increased the outlet valve of this twice over. Which means we’ll be cooking with what?
- Randy: The Fire Department?
- Tim: I was a whiz in math when I was in school. Do you suppose they call those square roots because they’re just not that cool?
- Tim: We have a very special show for you today.
- Al: Does that mean you’re not going to break anything, Tim?
- Tim: Maybe just your contract, buddy.
- Tim: Man’s speakers, that’s what I’m after. Speakers with attitude. Speakers that haven’t shaved in a couple of days.
Read My Hips
- Tim: If a woman holds up a stop sign, if she designed it, it would say “If you really knew me, you’d know what you should do right now.”
- Tim: I didn’t know you wanted me home right away.
- Jill: Well, what did you think I meant when I said how I was looking forward to seeing you and [Saying seductively] “I’ll be waiting.”
- Tim: Oh, what was that supposed to mean, “I’ll be waiting?”
- Jill: Well, I was trying to be more subtle! What did you want me to say, “The kids are gone, I’m home alone, come and take me Big Daddy?”
- Tim: Well, that I understand.
- Tim: After all, a safe workplace is a happy workplace, isn’t it?
- Al: I wouldn’t know, Tim.
Rites and Wrongs Of Passage
- Mark: Hey Mom, did you get the notebooks?
- Jill: Oh, yeah. Well, they didn’t have any Terminator left, but they did have these two blank ones and this one. (Brad and Mark grab the blank ones, leaving Randy with the other one)
- Randy: Mom, this one has a puppy and a rainbow on it!
- Jill: It was either that or a ballerina and a pussycat.
- Randy: Why don’t you just pin a note on my back that says “Kick me and take my lunch money”? I can’t take this to school!
- Jill: Yes, you can. You can be creative. You can…you can draw a tank here at the end of the rainbow, and, like, some fighter planes dropping bombs on the little puppy.
- Jill: Tim, come on. Our son took a dissected frog and placed it on a lettuce leaf. (Tim laughs) It’s not funny! This is serious! The principal ate it!
- Tim: Well, it’s a step up from those fish sticks they serve.
- Jill (about Tim’s kilt): Hey, you look great.
- Tim: You wouldn’t be just teasing a gal, would you?
- Tim: (about Barbara) I wasn’t looking at her, I was looking past her.
- Karen: Yeah, right into her water bed.
- Tim: What I did was just downright rude. It would be like burping in public.
- Jill: Well, you do that all the time.
- Tim: But not with other women!
- Tim: You had a bad day, we all have bad days.
- Randy: There’s a rumor going around that they’re gonna make me a cheerleader.
- Tim: Oh, no. Well, if that happens, make sure you get on the top of the pyramid. You don’t wanna be on the bottom of that thing
- Jill: [She and Tim are eating in a restaurant, she notices a beautiful woman walk by and sit at the table behind Tim] Woah, baby! Bad news. This is not the night for you to give up looking at women.
- Tim: Oh, and why is that, Jill?
- Jill: Because this unbelievable young goddess just came in and sat right behind you.
- Tim: Yeah, like I’m going to fall for that one. What is it, a 75-year old steelworker? “Hey Marge, they got no beer here!”
- Jill: Not exactly, Tim.
- Tim: Oh, so she’s the “Va-Va, Voom” type?
- Jill: Well, as a matter of fact, she’s got great “Va-Va’s” and a darn good “Voom.”
Groin Pains (aka Groin Pulls)
- Jill: When he was in that Christmas play, all the other kids just stood up on the stage, Randy… STOOD UP, ON THE STAGE!
- Tim: Well, he gets that from you, honey. ‘Cause you don’t just burn meatloaf, you BURN MEATLOAF!
- Jill[explaining her trashy romance novels]: I know it seems silly, but some of these are very well-written.
- Tim: Really? [reading from the book, in a deep voice] Her heart stood still as Derek swept her into his arms. His sinewy biceps rippled as he carried her up the STAIRS, to a NIGHT, of ETERNAL ECSTASY! Oh, PLEASE!
- Jill[embarassed]: Okay, so I enjoy cheap romance and drama.
- Tim: Fine. I’ll bring some hand puppets to the bedroom.
[Tim has just dropped a heavy trunk in the garage, and is moaning in pain]
- Mark: Do you have to go to the bathroom, Dad?
- Tim: I don’t think I’m EVER going to the bathroom again.
- Mark: What happened?
- Tim[strained]: I pulled my GROIN!
- Mark: What’s that?
- Tim: My very favorite muscle.
- Tim(to Al): So, we’re going to have to change the format of the show today. YOU are gonna have to do ALL the work.
- Al: And what would the change be, Tim?
- Tim: Is there anything you DON’T know, Wilson?
- Wilson: I don’t know.
- Tim: You see, after thirteen years of marriage . . .
- Jill: Fourteen!
- Randy: (after the play) I saw Jennifer looking at me.
- Brad: She wanted to know where you bought your tights.
The Haunting of Taylor House
- Jennifer: [Upset that Brad didn’t pick her for his kickball team] You can be so dense sometimes.
- Brad: Hey, I may dense, but my team won!
- Jill: [Hurrying to the bathroom] Move it, atom boy!
Bell Bottom Blues
- Tim: All this week, Al and I will be doing our salute… [Tim and Al salute, following by sound of tools dropping] …to toolboxes. You know, a well-organized toolbox says a lot about you as a man. [Al snickers as Tim sets his normal-sized toolbox next to Al’s larger toolbox] What is it, Al?
- Al: Uh…nothing, Tim.
- Tim: What is it, Al?
- Al: Well, I…I was just noticing how much bigger mine is.
- Tim: You have to have a bigger toolbox to compensate for your teensy, weensy paycheck.
- Al: No, Tim, I need a bigger toolbox because I’m your assistant, [opens toolbox] and I need to ready for any of your particular needs.
- Tim: Oh, yeah, he does. Ho ho ho ho ho. You’re really shaping up around here, Al.
- Al: Well, I have plenty of room in here for [pulls out the following] bandages, couple of ice packs.
- Tim: Stop it, Al. Cut it out.
- Al: Oh, tourniquet.
- Tim: I hope you have a job application in there.
- Al: Crutches.
- Tim: [bewildered] Huh?!
- Al: IV unit.
You’re Driving Me Crazy, You’re Driving Me Nuts
- Tim: There’s a sign right there, what does it say?
- Jim: “Welcome to…[glares at Tim] OHIO!”
- Tim: …Guess we don’t need that Michigan map, now do we?
- Jill: I’m so glad I didn’t let anybody talk me out of marrying you.
- Tim: Who tried to talk you out of marrying me?
- Jill: Oh, nobody, just…[Takes a bite of cake] My mother, my father, my sisters, the minister, the postman, some guy down at the post office…