Hal: Damn, that blue car. That's three times this week. That joyriding son of a...
Lois: Hal, just call the police.
Hal: I have. They won't do anything. Lois, I swear, one of these days I'm going to catch up to that punk, I'm going to drag him out of his car, and I'm going to beat him senseless until he understands that there's a certain thing called the law.
Lois: Don't let him get to you. Come on.
Hal: Well, when's it going to stop? When Dewey here is smashed into a lifeless pulp? Put some clothes on, son.