Reese: Wait a minute. Why are you giving him five bucks?
Man: Why? This young man cleaned out my gutters, he sorted my recyclables, and I didn't even ask him to. You couldn't find a nicer kid. I wish I could give him more.
Dewey: Don't worry about it.
Reese: [to himself] It can't be money day. There is no money day. I would know about it if there was a money day. Unless maybe Mom and Dad don't want me knowing about money day.
[A short blond-haired boy rakes leaves on the lawn behind Reese]
Billy: Excuse me.
Reese: Beat it, kid, I'm trying to figure something out.
Billy: Okay. Sorry. I'll just rake around you.