Francis: You need another roll in there, Dewey?
Dewey: [o.s.] Shut up!
Francis: I'm really sorry. I got carried away. I just... I missed you guys. And let's face it, torture and humiliation are the only ways we have ever known to say we love each other.
Dewey: You know you're only making yourself feel better.
Francis: Okay, okay. I want to give you something, Dewey. Something special. I've never even told Reese or Malcolm about it. It's like the ultimate defense against Mom and Dad. It's totally bullet-proof.
Dewey: I'm listening.
Francis: In Mom and Dad's bedroom, on the nightstand next to Mom's side is a big vanilla candle, have you seen it?
Dewey: Yeah.
Francis: Mom and Dad like to use that candle, when they, uh... lock their door and do grownup stuff.
Dewey: You mean sex?
Francis: I'm afraid so. Now it's gotten to the point that every time that candle is lit, all they can think about is... going back to their room. I have never seen it miss.
Dewey: [opens door] Wow. Thanks.
Francis: We are now Brothers of the Candle.
Dewey: Francis, you've got to stop that.