Hal: Hey, Dewey, want to go with me to take the old couch to the dump?
Dewey: No, I want to watch cartoons.
Hal: What, are you kidding? We're talking about the city dump. Mountains of smoldering garbage as far as you can see. Swarms of flies that block out the sun.
Dewey: Really?
Hal: Mmm. Last time I was there, I saw a 40-pound seagull carry off a dog in its beak.