Tommy: Here you go, Sally. Every damn pine cone within 20 miles.
Sally: Okay, well, you know what? Uh... I actually decided to go with fresh herb centerpieces.
Tommy: You don't understand. We climbed trees for these things.
Harry: [holds up bandaged hands] We fought squirrels.
Sally: Oh, come on, guys, don't be upset. We'll just make 'em into puppets for those long winter nights at home alone with the kids.
Harry: You can tell that to the freakin' squirrels!