Lois: Dewey, we told you to stop climbing that tree. It's too big.
Dewey: I couldn't help it.
Lois: I know, sweetheart.
Hal: That's it. I've had it. That sucker's coming down.
Lois: You're going to cut down the tree?
Hal: You're darn right. I'm sick and tired of raking leaves and hosing bird poop off our car. And seeing that weird face in the bark that follows you wherever you go. And now it's going after the children? No, Lois, it has to be stopped.
Dewey: Can I help kill it?
Hal: Sure, sweetheart. We'll take turns.