Hal: [on the phone] You're telling me my family's hasn't had health insurance for the last six months?! Yes, I know you never got the check! There must be some sort of grace period. And when those two months are over, what's the grace period on that? No, no, you can't wait until Monday to reinstate us. We can't go through the whole weekend without health insurance. Listen- Listen, I am speaking to you from a house full of walking time bombs. Well, then you're just a bunch of lousy, heartless bastards!
Lois: [enters] Who you talking to?
Hal: March of Dimes.
Lois: I've got to go to work early. Hattie's called another secret meeting about the union.
Hal: Uh-uh.
Lois: Goodbye. [exits]
Hal: Bye, hon. [on the phone] Listen, Jim. Can I call you Jim? Oh, okay, Steven. Let me level with you. Six months ago my wife asked me to do one thing. One. I was supposed to mail your check. The woman relies on the fact that I can be occasionally trusted to perform very simple menial tasks. Now, if you don't start my insurance, and if anything happens to anyone in this family, I am gonna have to explain to her that her entire life is built on a lie! Well, I just hope that when your marriage blows up in your face, I'm there to see it! [hangs up] Okay, Jamie, for the next two days there's no getting sick. There's no getting owies. All of the safety rules your mother and I told you about, well, starting today, we mean them.