Mr. Moon: Good God, you American police are persistent. I suppose you'd looking for this.
Martin: A Space Needle snow globe?
Mr. Moon: I meant to pay for it. I put it in me pocket, but between there and the register, I forgot about it. Why don't you take it back?
Niles: Mr. Moon, I think you're mistaken. This is our father. He works as a security guard.
Martin: Yeah, Marty Crane. How do you do?
Mr. Moon: Oh, oh. Harold Moon.
Martin: Oh, well, you did a terrific job bringing up your daughter.
Mr. Moon: Oh, well, you know, you do your best. I'll be needing that back then.