Dewey: I don't want to do this.
Reese: If you don't do it, I'm going to tell Mom about you taking all that money. And you're going to get a "me" punishment. Now get to work!
[later, a man emerges from his house to find Dewey stood on top of his convertible filled with cement:]
Man: What are you doing?!
[Reese is stood on the corner wearing a baseball cap, sunglasses, a fake mustache and pretending to smoke a pipe:]
Reese: Yeah, you better run, Billy Prescott! All the way to 1515 Cypress Street, a block west of Halifax.