Francis: Yeah, Mom, let's all jump through hoops so the big corporate fat cat doesn't have to see anything real.
Lois: You know, Francis, it wouldn't hurt you to jump through a hoop or two. Are you even still looking for a job?
Piama: As a matter of fact-
Francis: As a matter of fact, I don't have to. I got a lot of irons in the fire right now. I got three different ideas for children's books, and I'm considering applying for a bounty hunter's license.
Lois: Are you insane?! In what world is that even remotely- Piama, will you help me get the good china on the closet? I love finally having an excuse to use these.
[As Lois removes a box from the closet, Francis and Dewey watch as the X-ray falls to the floor.]
Lois: I took them out once when that congressman was going door to door but, he just clogged up our toilet and left.
[Francis pulls out a piece of chewing gum and sticks it to his shoe. He goes over and steps on the X-ray, lifts his foot and grabs the X-ray behind his back.]
Francis: By the way, Mom, I think it's high time we cleared the air about that day you threw away my Harlem Globetrotter autographs.
Lois: Harlem who? What are you talking about?
Francis: I'm not saying there was definitely some unconscious racism going on, but I do think someone could benefit from a little self-examination in a quiet moment.
[Francis walks away backwards with the X-ray hidden behind his back.]
Francis: Dewey, can I see you in your room for a second? [both run into the boys' room] Okay, it's pretty obvious I just saved your ass. Now I want to know why.