Dewey: Dad, I did it. I went to the Putt-Putt Palace and I beat your best golf score.
Hal: Good for you, Dewey. Hey, let's have a look. [chuckles] Four in The Witch's Den. Got caught in the swamp, huh? That's why I always take a pitching wedge.
Dewey: Yeah, but then I birdied Three Little Pigs and Pirate's Cove.
Hal: Fantastic. Of course, there was an unusually high pollen count when I got my top score, so who knows what it could have been? But that doesn't take anything away from this. It is quite an achievement, son. Hey, a hole-in-one on the 18th? You got a free game!
Dewey: Actually, the ball got stuck in the hole in the clown's mouth. So the guy said I didn't qualify.
Hal: What? Everyone knows you ace the 18th hole, you win a free game! It's a sacred pact! You throw that out, next thing you know you're going to have a man marrying a horse down at City Hall. Which guy was he?
Dewey: I don't know. Really tall, kind of heavy.
Hal: Oh, I know him. I was two tickets short of a giant comb and he wouldn't budge. Ended up with a troll keychain that went bald inside a week. So what'd you do about it?
Dewey: It's no big deal, Dad.
Hal: You let people take advantage of you?
Dewey: But I got my best score ever.
Hal: Son, I look at this card and all I see is shame.