Dewey: Francis, I'm so glad you're here. Dad promised we'd all have cereal for dinner tonight, and now he won't let us.
Francis: Dewey, I understand. And I swear to you by all that is holy that you will be eating cereal tonight. You can count on me.
Dewey: You're not going to do anything, are you?
Francis: No, I'm not. But I'll tell you what I will do. If you let anyone know I'm here, I will punch you so hard in the stomach, you won't be able to eat cereal for two days. There. Problem solved. [slams door]