Hal: [on the phone] That's right, I'm looking to replace the music box with the ballerina on top. I wouldn't say broken so much as vaporized, my toddler got a hold of it. [takes hammer off Jamie] Oh-oh-oh, give me that! So, anyway, I would really appreciate it if you could help me. [oven timer dings] [bwawks like a chicken] A list of local distributors who might have one- What are you talking about, why on earth would I do that?! Listen, the truth is I'm pretty desperate here, so if you could just give me some information... [Hal does the moonwalk as the washing machine timer whirs] that can help me track down another ballerina music box, you can actually turn this into a very special anniversary celebration.
Lois: [enters] Sorry, I am late.
Hal: Oh, please! Like the orphans would really see any of the money I would give you. Do you have an orphan there with you? Could I speak to one, please? I didn't think so. Do you know what? You people make me sick! [hangs up] Damn telemarketers!
Lois: Hal, you know what I realized on the way home? Our 20th anniversary is in three days.
Hal: Oh, just three days, huh? Boy, talk about time flying. It'll be here before you know it.
[As Reese clinks a glass, Hal squirts ketchup and mustard in his own face]