Harry: Lemonade. Ooh! Lemonade?
Mrs. Dubcek: You know, when little kids sell lemonade, it's cute. But when grown men sell lemonade, it's creepy.
Tommy: What?
Mrs. Dubcek: Quit selling lemonade. You're creeping out the whole neighborhood.
Harry: Well, she's the meathead.
Tommy: No, Harry. No, she's right. I mean, come on, look at us. We are disgusting. I'm through. Yecch.
Harry: Well-- Oh, well, that's just fine. You just go home, Tommy. It doesn't matter to me. I'll just stay here all day, hold down the fort. [drinks] Ah. Root beer.