Lois: Hal... is this a midlife crisis?
Hal: I don't know what it is. I- I- It- I just know that I had to do something.
Lois: And what is it exactly you plan on doing?
Hal: What I have always talked about doing... A thing that has been in my head for years.
Lois: The painting?
Hal: Yes, I- I- I can see it so clearly. Every line, every streak, every daub. The blazing crimson flushes, the vivid blue tones.
Lois: The almost subliminal tinges of tangerine. Yes, Hal, I have heard this before, but...
Hal: Lois, I got to get this out of my head.
Lois: Do you know how crazy this is?
Hal: Yeah.
Lois: You were going to save the painting until retirement, when it's okay to be insane. Hal, I was really looking forward to that old painter guy puttering around the house with a little old spot of paint on his cheek.
Hal: I'm sorry, baby, I just, I just can't wait anymore. Maybe I can be the old gardener guy.
Lois: Okay.
Hal: Yes? Really? Yes?
Lois: This is important to you, and up until about five minutes ago you were a very good husband and father. You deserve this.
Hal: Oh, thank you. You deserve something really great. I really wish I could buy it for you, but I'm going to be digging pretty deep into the savings for art supplies. [kisses Lois] Thank you.