My father, may he rest said a lot of things.
Here are a few
You can talk and talk and talk, but nothing gets done until someone picks up a wrench.
If bullsh## were production, we'd all be out of work
Chop chop, Count that day lost whose low descending sun sees from thy hand no worthy action done. (Ok he didn't make that up, but he said it A LOT)
You can't have two mechanics on a job. Someone has to be the helper.
All things being equal, I'm giving overtime to one of my own.