Hal: Okay, go to sleep. I don't want to hear a peep out of you.
Dewey: It's not fair. I don't want to go to sleep early.
Hal: We're not debating this. I'm serious, Dewey. I don't want any trouble with you. That means no pleading, no whining, no crying.
[Hal walks away, turns the bedroom light off and begins to close the door. He opens it slightly:]
Hal: You do understand why we're doing this, don't you, son?
[Dewey smiles]