Francis: All right, so I got it all worked out. You tell Mom that you need me to repair the lawnmower, and then I hang out and I just...
Hal: No, no, I- I'm just not going to do that, Francis.
Richie: Hey, you guys better figure it out quick. This cheap-ass trash can's melting.
Francis: Well, maybe you could talk to her then? Just calm her down so that I could come home, maybe today even?
Hal: Francis, you've got to stop putting me in the middle!
Francis: What, you're just going to let her win this round, too?!
Hal: Francis, there is nothing that I can do. You know what the problem is here? You and your mother are exactly alike!
Francis: That's a lie!
Hal: That is true! You're both stubborn and unwilling to bend. So, fine, you win! Congratulations! This is your prize! Now, if you'll excuse me, I have to go. It smells like something died in here. [exits]
Richie: Your father's right, man. Sometimes you can be so stupid. [throws can of lighter fluid in the grill] Uh-oh.