Lois: Who's drunk?
Hal: Malcolm. He's drunk at a party 100 miles down the freeway. Now we both have to go down there, pick him up and drive his car back.
Lois: Oh, for God's sake!
Hal: You know what would teach him a lesson? If we made him wait until after we ate dinner. Let him stew in his own juices. His own delicious, savory juices.
Lois: Get your keys, Hal. I'll meet you in the car.
Hal: All right! [on the phone] Malcolm you just stay right where you are. [hangs up] I hate children.