Dick: Whatever. I will now dispatch my foe with an elegant haiku. [counts on fingers]
Dr. Liam Neesam: Five syllables, seven syllables, five syllables.
Dick: I know that! I'm so sick of you! You think you know everything! Will you stop it, please?
Dr. Liam Neesam: Well, yes, that is technically a haiku, but it's rather pedestrian one.
Dick: No, no. That was an accidental haiku.
Dr. Liam Neesam: What?
Dick: I want another turn!
Mary: Oh, Dick, don't bother. I knew you didn't write those poems. Good night. Call me, Scoochie.
Dick & Liam: Okay.