Hal: You okay? [Dewey sighs] Oh. You know, I've been thinking. Maybe she's not the right girl for you. She sure has made this hard on us.
Dewey: There's no "us," Dad. It's you. Every idea you have about girls is wrong. How was I ever born?!
Hal: Well, by that time, your mother was pretty much stuck in the relationship, and...
Dewey: Thanks a lot, Dad. I liked Gina. I really did.
Hal: I'm sorry, Dewey. I feel terrible. Maybe there's some way I can help you-
Dewey: No!
Hal: Okay, right. I will stay out of it.