Dewey: There it is. Kill it.
Hal: Dewey, a spider has just as much right to live as you or I. Besides, it's unlucky to kill it in the house. OK. Hello, little fella. Come on, sweetheart. Oh!
[As the spider tries to run up Hal's arm, he jiggles about as he tries to keep it on the two pieces of paper he's carrying.]
Dewey: [screams]
Hal: Go, go, go! Door! Open the door!
Dewey: The back? Side?
Hal: Side. No, back. No, side! Run!
[As Dewey opens the front door, Lois is standing outside with two bags of groceries. Hal gets to the door and throws the spider off the paper right into Lois, just before Dewey closes the door.]
Hal: Oh, my God, did we just?
Dewey: Go. She can only ground me. Get your keys and go.
Hal: But!
Lois: [o.s.] [screams]
Dewey: Go!