Mel Harris credited as playing...
Claire Tyler
- Alan Tyler: He's afraid of tuna-fish sandwiches.
- Claire Tyler: Mercury levels in the tuna-fish sandwiches.
- [First lines during the opening scene]
- Claire Tyler: [offscreen; in bed] Alan, every ten-year-old is afraid of something.
- Alan Tyler: [offscreen; in bed] The kid's afraid of tuna-fish sandwitches.
- Claire Tyler: Mercury levels in the tuna.
- Alan Tyler: Whatever.
- Claire Tyler: Alan, the world is a frightening place to him right now. I think we could be a little more supportive.
- Alan Tyler: Supportive? I'm the most supportive father on earth, but I'm running out of supportive things to do. I signed him up for Little League, he drove everybody crazy with statistics about how you can develop tumors from being hit in the head with a ball.
- Alan Tyler: [offscreen] Did you know that shin splints can leadto blood clots in the legs?
- Alan Tyler: Claire, he brought in a medical journal. Nobody wanted to play after that. And now I'm building him a tree house, in a tree he refuses to climb.
- [while Alan says the last sentence above, Claire turns on a light and he looks at the treehouse on a dark and stormy night]
- Claire Tyler: You know he hates heights.
- Alan Tyler: I don't know. I just want to be a good father.
- Claire Tyler: But you are a good father.
- [At night, the Tylers' parent car arrives home]
- Claire Tyler: [In car] I can't imagine where he could be. Maybe we should call the police.
- Claire Tyler: [Gasps as the car parks in front of Richard's bicycle, lying down] Alan!
- [the car stops]
- Claire Tyler: [Gets out] He's home!
- [Alan gets out]
- Claire Tyler: Alan.
- Alan Tyler: [sees Richard in the treehouse] It's impossible.
- [Alan goes up into the treehouse]
- Alan Tyler: Rich?
- Claire Tyler: [Goes up into the treehouse and takes Richard's signature glasses] We probably should put him in his bed.
- Alan Tyler: Let's let him sleep up here tonight.
- [Claire goes down, as Alan uses the coat as a blanket for Richard]
- Alan Tyler: [turning off a lantern] Love you, Richie.
- [Alan goes down the treehouse. Alan and Claire go inside the house]
- Alan Tyler: Good night, son.
- [Alan closes the door, leaves, and the living room light turns off]