Hal: Okay, people reacted badly to the crown thing, so you gotta nail the talent portion. Now, I know you think it isn't a talent, but if you commit, we can make those oversized Barbies choke on their own batons. [Lois comes out of the dressing room in her regular clothes] What are you doing? Where's your top hat and fishnet thigh-highs?
Lois: Just get the car and the kids, Hal, and let's just slink out of here.
Hal: Wait, you can't just walk away.
Lois: Oh, yes, I can. This whole thing has been a disaster. I don't belong here. And I hate the way those women make me feel.
Hal: Come on, they're just a bunch of bitter hags.
Lois: And I hate the way you've been making me feel. We may have our ups and downs, Hal, but this is the first time I ever felt like I wasn't good enough for you.
Hal: You're right. I'm sorry. I mean, I know you're perfect, and for once, I wanted the whole world to know it.
Lois: Well, that's a nice idea, but that isn't going to happen. I don't know why I ever thought I could compete with these women. Hal, I can't handle them. I'm out of my league here.
Hal: What are you talking about? Do you know why those broads pulled that stunt? They're afraid of you, Lois. Right now you are surrounded by a bunch of idiots who fear you. You're not out of your league, you're at home.