Lois: Excuse me, I have something to say. [to the news cameras] I want the world to know how proud I am of my boys for making this statement, despite the wind and the cold and little Dewey's medical condition. And I want to thank the Police Commissioner for letting my son stay up there, even if it means rolling the dice on a diabetic coma. It's nice to see someone who cares about principles more than they care about the life of a little boy.
Police Commissioner: [to the police officer] Get 'em down.
[Dewey wakes up to a police officer rising to the platform on a cherry picker]
Dewey: Malcolm! Reese!
Malcolm: Oh, my God!
Police Commissioner: We'll have you in your mother's arms in a minute, little Dewey!
[Dewey tries to grab hold of the stripper's cleavage as he clings to the billboard]
Dewey: No!