Hal: Well... I couldn't eat another bite. The pay channels seem to be on an unusually low scramble tonight, so if you'll all excuse me.
Dewey: Dad?
Hal: What's this? "This coupon entitles you to one free game night with Dad."
Dewey: Let's go.
Hal: Dewey, I wrote this in a blind panic in the hall closet while everyone was singing you "Happy Birthday." You're not gonna hold me to this, are you? [Dewey is silent] Does it have an expiration date?
Dewey: No.
Hal: Listen, I'll tell you what. In exchange for this, I'll give you two coupons good for future services. [Dewey pulls more coupons out of his pockets] What kind of pack rat are you? Don't you ever throw anything away? All right, fine! Let's go. And I'll start burning through some of these free hugs. I don't need them hanging over my head.