Hal: [enters] Boys, listen, I'm going to grab the TV and hide it till your mother gets back. I'm going to tell Reese that it was stolen by junkies, desperate for a quick fix. If he ever suspects, you didn't hear it from me. Oh!
Reese: Hey, Dad. The guy at the video store finally admitted they have a secret room behind the snuff films. I'm going to go check it out.
[Hal stands in the kitchen, holding the TV up to the cabinets out of Reese's sight]
Hal: Sounds like a plan.
[After Reese leaves, Hal struggles to hold the TV up as Malcolm and Dewey sit behind him eating their dinner]
Hal: Boys give me a hand here. [TV smashes] Boys, help! [Hal falls to the ground] Boys! Help me! [glass falls at Hal's sides] [screams] Oh, for God sakes, what's wrong with you?! Save your father's eyes! [screams]