Malcolm: Dewey, be lookout while we dig up the fireworks.
Reese: What's going on with Dad?
Malcolm: I don't know. Maybe he's dealing with something at work.
Reese: I hope he's going to be OK. At his age carrying around that tension can't be good for you.
[The door hits Dewey as Hal enters the room. Reese backs away from the window and hides the shovel behind his back.]
Dewey: Oh! Dad's here!
Hal: Who wants ice cream?