Lois: Okay, honey, you've got 20 seconds.
Hal: [whimpers] ... Lois, there is going to be a Christmas!
Lois: Hal, no!
Hal: [screams] Oh, no! I seem to have slipped in an oil stain left here by a negligent owner or employee.
Lois: Hal!
[Hal winks at Lois before he crashes backwards through the gas station window]
Manager: Oh, my God! Are you okay?
Hal: Yes... damn it!
Manager: Oh, thank goodness. I don't have any insurance. We both dodged a bullet. After I sweep this up, you're getting wiper blades on the house.