Hal: So, did you, uh, talk to Gina?
Dewey: No.
Hal: Oh. It's just that you said you would talk to her later, and... I mean, if I remember, she remembers.
Dewey: Maybe I'll talk to her tomorrow.
Hal: Tomorrow? Gee, Dewey, if I'm Gina, I don't know what's going on.
Dewey: It's no big deal, Dad.
Hal: Dewey, come here. Look, I know it's not easy figuring this stuff out. You want to be with her, but you just don't know what to say, and you feel like such a doofus.
Dewey: I know.
Hal: So here's what you're gonna do. You're gonna go in the house right now and call her.
Dewey: Right now?
Hal: Or you could wait till you're old, toothless, alone, living in a welfare hotel, hoping the couple screaming next door invites you over to dinner sometime. It's up to you.