Dewey: Free pass?
Hal: That's right. I have given each of your brothers one free pass, one time that I didn't tell your mother about something they did.
[flashback to Hal rescuing a young Francis who had handcuffed himself to a pole at a strip club:]
Hal: All right, Francis, this is your one free pass!
[flashback to Hal standing in front of an upturned animal with rollerblades on its hoofs:]
Hal: Okay, Reese, but this is your one!
[flashback to a bald-headed Hal lecturing a bald-headed Malcolm in front of a smoking chemistry set:]
Hal: Okay, Malcolm, this is your one!
[present:]
Dewey: Please make this my one free pass.
Hal: All right. We've got some paperwork to sign.