Dewey: I want you to buy me out.
Hal: No, Dewey, this is just a temporary setback.
Dewey: If you believe that, then buy me out.
Reese: It's over, Dad.
Hal: Over? We're only one tree away!
Malcolm: Dad, we can't get the truck back. We can't use the front lawn. The cops are watching us. Face it, we've lost.
Hal: So you're just going to let a little reality stop you, is that it? Boys, let me tell you something. The only way I've managed to get through my crappy life with any shred of self-worth is by living in denial. If I was going to let myself get beaten by failure, I would've quit after one kid. You just got to keep holding out for a miracle. And if a miracle isn't going to come at Christmas, then when is it going to come?! [doorbell rings] See?! There it is! Our Christmas miracle! I knew it!