Hal: I guess he misses out on Motocross!
Dewey: Sweet! [off Reese's look] I mean, I guess it's okay.
Hal: Come on. It'll be better than yesterday.
Reese: What was yesterday? I can't quite remember. Can you, Dewey?
Hal: I knocked you into pudding.
Reese: I guess the problem with memories is that they fade. Especially in the minds of young people that are scrambled with video games and death metal.
Dewey: I can barely remember my own name.
Reese: Hey, you know what doesn't fade? Things. Like these pants. I can still remember the crisp September day when Mom gave them to us. She had a little lipstick on her upper tooth. Her eyes crinkled.
Dewey: She smelled like lilacs.
Hal: Hey, you know what? I can get you things.
Reese: I don't know. You'd have to drive us to some kind of mall or something.
Hal: You boys go get in the car. I'm going to call the credit card company and have them up my limit.
Reese: Taken care of. [Hal chuckles]