Hal: Fixing something?
Dewey: Dad. Hi.
Hal: I'm so disappointed in you, son. We had an agreement. [machine rumbles]
Dewey: What was that?
Hal: What was what? [Dewey uses his lighter to see the coffee pot] All right, we both have a problem.
Dewey: This is so degrading. On the way home from school, I almost pulled a cigarette butt out of the gutter.
Hal: I french-kissed your mother this morning just to lick the coffee off her teeth. But we can do this. We just need to find a way to divert our minds when the pangs get too bad.
[later that night, Lois wakes up and walks outside:]
Lois: Hal, what are you doing?
Hal: What's it look like I'm doing? Can't a father have a friendly game of catch with his son?!
Dewey: We're having fun!