Dewey: [to fly] There you go, Tony. Night-night.
Lois: Oh, my God, look at the size of that thing.
[Dewey screams as Lois rolls up a magazine]
Lois: Dewey, what in the...?
Dewey: Run, Tony, Run! [throws fly out the window]
Lois: Why are they always named Tony?
Dewey: Bye, Tony. I love you.