Hal: How's it going, sport?
Dewey: Fantastic. I've been practicing for hours. Of course, I'm screwed if we have to play on real pianos.
Hal: Ah, buck up, son. We're all sacrificing.
Dewey: Why are your nails shiny?
Hal: No reason.
Dewey: Can I at least have a dollar for the soda machine?
Hal: Nope. All gone to the great tip fairy. Boy, these chairs are hard.