Dick: You're right. What good is a tree house visit when death is only moments away?
Sally: What?
Dick: Tonight's meal may be my last. And you know what that means? Mexican night!
Sally: I think I hate you, Dick. Tommy, Harry! We gotta go back to the store! It's Mexican night!
Both: [o.s.] Oh, great!
Sally: You know what is so weird, Dick? I don't know if it's, uh, what you're saying or how you're saying it, but, um all that stuff that used to make me want to help you, well, now it's just pissing me off!
Dick: Oh, and Sally?
Sally: What?!
Dick: Corn tortillas, not flour.
Sally: Si, se