Lois: Chair. Book. Window. Mama. Come on, Jamie, you can talk, just one word. Hal, has Jamie said anything in front of you yet?
Hal: Whatever he said, he's a liar, Lois! He hasn't seen anything.
Lois: What are you talking about?
Hal: What are you talking about?
Lois: I'm worried about Jamie. He's... however old he is, and he hasn't said a word yet.
Hal: I thought that's what we liked about him.
Lois: You know, it's probably his filthy ears. I bet he's all plugged up with wax and he can't hear anything.
Hal: I don't think so. Relax, honey. Kids go at their own pace. Heck, in sixth grade, I had a full beard, and I still couldn't tie my shoes properly.