Hal: My God, Dewey. Look what you've built here. You have stairs and a ramp. You've spelled your name. Oh, so many, many dominoes. Where did they all come from?
Dewey: Mom got them from the Lippers. They got a whole crate the year Mr. Lipper was paralyzed. They even buried him with one of his dominoes, so this isn't really a complete set.
Hal: Oh, no, Dewey, don't scratch.
Dewey: But it's itchy!
Hal: I know, but sometimes you just have to restrain yourself. Even if you feel like ripping your eyes out of their sockets rather than go one more second without... scratching.
Dewey: Will you watch this for me? I have to go to the bathroom.
Hal: OK, son.