Tami: What's the Scarlet Letter all about Tim?
Tim: You know what it's about.
Tami: I do know.
Tim: Yeah
Tami: What's the Scarlet Letter about?
Tim: It's about a gal name Scarlet obviously
Tami: Tim you did not write this paper.
Tim: What's the big deal?
Tami: The big deal is, that it's part of my job to make sure that you don't grow up stupid...it's bad for the world.

Tami: Where're you gonna go?
Tyra: California.
Tami: What are you gonna do in California without a high school education?
Tyra: I'm taking my GED
Tami: Listen, I know. I was just like you. I was the pretty girl in school. I was terrible at math. I got myself through it.
Tyra: I don't wanna be you Mrs. Taylor. [Tami laughs] I don't want to stay here, stuck in this small town, in a job like this, married to a coach.
Tami: Tyra, it's your choice. If you wanna go off and take the GED, fine, but you better bring me proof that you did it, otherwise, you are taking Algebra with Mr. Wendell next semester.
Tyra: Fine.

Tim: [A Texas Longhorn Steer is announced as the next auction item] We still have some money left. This is an opportunity. I defy anyone to pass through Riggins' Rigs with that steer in front of it and not go inside. If you get that we'll make clients for life.

Tim: [After Jason bails Tim out of jail in Mexico] Sweet, Six. Took you long enough. Now those gals are probably gone.
Jason: Shut your mouth, Riggins! I should have left you in there all damn night. Sad sorry ass! I'm not supposed to be spending my money on your bail.
Tim: Yeah, it's my fault we find the only honest cop in Mexico.
Jason: Shut your ass, Riggins! You know this money's for my surgery. It's not for your damn bail.
Tim: What's your problem, Six?
Jason: You know what? I came down here for a reason, all right? I know you think it's stupid, but guess what--it's not. You go ahead and get loaded tonight and catch syphilis from whatever skanky jailbait, random hooker or whore you can find on the street, but I'm going back to the hotel! [wheels himself away]
Tim: Can you at least buy me a couple of tacos?

Tim: [After telling Billy that Lyla's going to Vanderbilt] I'm staying in Dillon is what it means, Billy. Riggins Rigs. We're in it together now. We're gonna be poppin' beer, makin' money, gettin' off early. I'm telling you. You're not getting it...
Billy: Tim!
Tim: What?
Billy: Come here. You listen to me, you little idiot. You are not gonna wuss out on this. You're gonna go to college and you're gonna get a degree. And I don't care if it takes you 7 years, all right? And when you start thinking it's too hard or that you can't handle it, I want you to remember one thing. I want you to think about the kids that you don't have yet. And I want you to think about my kids. Me and Mindy's kids that we don't have yet. And you're gonna get the job done so that one of these days I can tell them that they don't have to settle for second best. That they can be whoever the hell they want to be because their uncle Timmy went to college. And God bless our mom and dad, wherever the hell they are.
Tim: Yeah.
Billy: But we gotta do better by our kids. Do you hear me? Tim!!?
Tim: I thought...
Billy: Do you hear me?
Tim: Yeah.
Billy: All right.
Season 4

Tim: [at a pep rally] Waste of friggin' time, huh?
Lyla: Look, I know you hate me right now, and I understand
Tim: I don't hate you, Lyla. It'd be a lot easier if I did.
Lyla: I don't know how to talk to you when you're like this. I mean, God it's not even 7 o'clock and you can barely stand. You can blame me if you want, Tim. You can blame the whole world for all I care, but if you think being drunk all the time is gonna make this any easier, you're wrong. It's not cool or charming. It's just pathetic and gross and I feel sorry for you. I really do.
Tim: Lyla.

Tim: [helping Billy paint the nursery] Billy, if I threw up on this wall you wouldn't even know it because this color is puke.
Billy: It's mustard!

Tim: Here's to God and football and, ten years from now, Street, good friends livin' large in Texas. Texas forever, Street.
Jason: Texas forever.

Tim: Hey Six? Um, I hope you get everything... [clears his throat] I hope you get everything you want. But no matter what happens in there, you're always gonna be my best friend, and you deserve to be happy.
Jason: Thank you...Texas forever.
Tim: Texas forever.

Tim: Hey, what are you doing?
Lyla: I'm, leaving, Tim.
Tim: What do you mean "You're leaving?"
Lyla:I'm just... I'm going.
Tim: Why?
Lyla:Because: You guys just think it is a big joke.
Tim: I don't think think it's a big joke, Lyla.
Lyla: Really? All you've done is going to whorehouses and karaoke bars.
Tim: Yeah, what else do you do in Mexico, Garrity?
Lyla: You're an idiot. You think this is easy for me? You call me down here to help, and Jason didn't even know I was coming, you have no plan whatsoever...
Tim: Actually yes, as the matter of fact, I do have a plan. Guess what? It's right here.
Lyla: Oh really, what's your plan, Tim?
Tim: Yeah.
Lyla: A BOOZE CRUISE? THIS is your plan?
Tim: Yeah, a booze cruise. All inclusive meal, snorkeling, dolphins. Yeah. A booze cruise. I thought it'll be good time to chat to him on the boat. What?
Lyla: You think that: Way to talk to have a conversation with someone who's about to make the biggest mistake is his life is by taking him on a booze cruise?
Tim: Yeah, kind of, sort of.
Lyla: [scoffs and shakes her head]
Tim: What?
Lyla:I don't even know what it'd begin to tell you how distorted your view of the world is.
Tim: I'm distorted, my view's distorted? Really?
Lyla: Yeah, really, Tim.
Tim: Alright, that's great. Oh, that's great. I'm not the one...
Lyla: Really?
Tim: Yeah, yeah. I may as screwed up as you're saying, and that's fine, go with that. But at least I'm by Jay's side. At least I'm going through WHATEVER it is we're gonna go through together. I'll take him back in a BOX to Texas if I have to, Lyla. You? The second you're suss, you're ready to get on the next plane to Texas. That kind of sucks, for Jay AND for me. You know what? You know I'm right. You just won't admit it. I sin daily and I'm a better Christian than you, Garrity.
Lyla: Fine, I'll go on your stupid 'booze cruise'. You'd better man up and have a conversation with him. This is an intervention, Tim, and I can't do it by myself.

Tim: Hey.
Lyla: Hey.
Tim: How are you?
Lyla: Good.
Tim: Uh, two things. Thank you, for kind of kicking my ass in gear, cause I know I needed it. And I kind of owe tonight to you. And two, I'm okay if you don't tell anyone about us. As long as this works with you.
Lyla: Wow.
Tim: Alright. [walks away]
Lyla: Tim.
Tim: Yeah [turns around]
[Lyla walks over to Tim and starts kissing him]

Tim: I guess--I guess what I came here to tell you is that Lyla is completely in love with you and always has been and always will be. She's going through hell right now, Street. Hell.
Jason: I'm sure she is.
Tim: People at school are just ripping on her. I mean, she quit cheer. She's losing it. And I know it means probably nothing coming from me, but I thought you should know.
Jason: Well, I'm sure you can help her out with that.

Tim: I'm hitting the sheets. Want to come?
Lyla: I can't. I have a rematch [on MarioKart]. Aren't you gonna watch?
Tim: No.
Lyla: Okay. Goodnight Grandpa

Tim: Last game, Seven.
Matt: No regrets.

Tim: There we go again. I'm actually getting kinda tired of hitting the green every time.
Walt: Not bad, a little quick on your release, though.
Tim: Thanks, Mr. Nicklaus. I actually would take a swing tip from you if I wasn't kicking your ass right now.
Walt: You're only two up. There's plenty of golf left to play.
Tim: Yeah, yeah. Let me ask you something. You feeling the pressure right now?
Walt: Uh, not really. I've seen you putt.