Dewey: But I'm cooking. Mom and Dad are going out for their anniversary and they're letting me pick dinner.
Reese: I'm not eating cereal for dinner!
Dewey: Yes, you are. Dad said if I emptied out the rat traps in the crawl space, then I get to pick dinner.
Reese: That's funny. He didn't consult me, seeing as I have the fist and you have the face.