Phil of the Future, Season 2

Lloyd:
Hey, Everybody, I'm thinkin' tonight's the night for game night.

Pim:
Dad, You're still shy 20 large from last month's game of snakes and ladders, blood-sport edition.

Lloyd:
Well, I have finally found a present-day game that i can win. It's called (Mispronouncing) Charad-Zah.

Barbara:
Ooh, charad-zah! Sounds fancy. We're gonna need some cheese.

Phil:
It's not called charad-zah. It's called charades. All right? And if you don't mind, I'm gonna take a rain check.

Lloyd:
Rain check. Whoa, Whoa, Whoa. I haven't even lost yet.

Barbara:
Phil, It's game night. Don't you want to spend time with your family?

Phil:
I think i spend enough time with you all in my room. You just walk in whenever you want. You store all your time machine junk in there, and you(Pim)...Live here. It--(Sighs) Don't get me wrong. All right? I love almost all of you, but i think what i really need is some privacy in my own room.

(Loud Rumbling)

Pim:
Sounds like your own room is about to blow a gasket.

Lloyd:
Maybe i shouldn't have stored the hysterical fuel cells next to the self-propelled spark rods.

(Crashing)

(Clattering And Breakage)

Lloyd:
Yeah, that was probably a mistake.

Phil:
My room!

Pim:
You're not getting any privacy with that giant gaping hole in your floor. Tough break, Kid.

Phil:
This is way too big to fix for the wizard. Maybe dad will lend me some of his future tools.

Lloyd:
Are you kidding? My tools are calibrated for high-tech plastics and composites, not for wood and nails. They're extremely, extremely sensitive.

(Clatter)

Lloyd:
Oh. Little help, please?

Phil:
Well, where am i gonna sleep?

Barbara:
You'll just have to bunk with Pim until we can get this fixed.

Together:
(Laughing)

Phil:
That was a good one, Mom.

Pim:
Yeah, way to cut the tension.

Phil:
Oh...Oh, i'd rather live in the garage.

Barbara:
Well, i'm open to any better ideas.

Phil:
I'd rather live in the garage.

Lloyd:
Hey, I think that's a great--ly...Bad idea. Greatly bad.

Barbara:
I--I hate to say it, but i agree with your father. you are too young to be living in the garage.

Pim:
I say it's high time to push him out of the nest and say, "Fly, Baby Bird! Spread those wings and make us proud."

Lloyd:
I agree with your mother.

Barbara:
I haven't said anything yet.

Lloyd:
Oh, it's just kind of a technicality, isn't it?

Pim:
Mom, you just said phil is so young, he should live in the garage.

Barbara:
No...I Didn't.

Phil:
Uh, that's what i heard.

Lloyd:
I'm just sayin' i agree.

Phil:
What's it gonna be, Mom?

(Suspense Music Builds)

Barbara:
Just...Until--

Phil:
Yes! Thank You! Thank You!

Pim:
The house...Is mine! All mine!

Barbara:
Pim! I've told you a hundred times if you're gonna disappear under cover of a smoke bomb, take it outside!

Pim:
(Distantly) Sorry, Mom.