Reese: Dad, you have to do something about Dewey taking Mom's purse to school.
Hal: Don't worry, son, it's just a phase.
Reese: Aren't you worried about how this reflects on you as a parent?
Hal: Reese, one boy's purse is another boy's book bag... if he's European. Besides, I can't tell you how many times I've been jealous of your mother and her purse. You know, we men have to shove our whole lives in a little square of leather that we then have to sit on. I'm not saying that I condone it, but I am saying, let Dewey have his purse. Perhaps he'll blaze a trail for the rest of us.