Francis: [on the phone] No, just you're kind of putting me in an awkward position. I mean, you're asking me to rat out my brothers.
Lois: Francis, we're just worried about the boys. They're not going to get into trouble.
Francis: Oh? When did they get new parents?
Kitty: Listen, you little miscreant, you better tell me where they are before I jump through the phone and rip that smart mouth off that damn face!
Francis: Who is that?
Kitty: My name is Kitty Kenarban, and my little boy Stevie is out there lost. His inhaler is running out, and he's got poor night vision.
Francis: Wait, Stevie's with them? Okay, you didn't hear it from me, but I'd check out the old paint factory. It's fun to blow up the old cans of varnish. Oh, and the knife store on Fifth has a back door that's loose. If Stevie could swim... then I'd guess they'd be 40 miles downstream by now. Look, just start at these places. The others are too alarming, and there's no sense in needlessly scaring you.