Hal: All right, Reese, you're busted. Of all the stupid- Come on, front and center.
Dewey: Now, don't blame yourself.
Hal: Dewey, you were smoking? Do you have any idea what a dangerous, disgusting addiction that is? It took me years to quit! Do you want to end up breathing through a hole in your neck? Do you think that's cool?
Dewey: You can breathe through a hole in your neck?
Hal: What do you think your mother's gonna say about this?
Dewey: You can't tell Mom! She'll kill me!
Hal: Well, you should've thought of that earlier. Where would you even get cigarettes anyway?
Dewey: There's, like, 20 cartons hidden in your shop vac.
Hal: Oh, my God. That is my stash from ten years ago. Lois would kill me if... All right, Dewey, under the circumstances, I am giving you your one free pass.