Dewey: Dad, please, it's been three hours.
Hal: Come on, Wheeler, give me something. What's your secret?
Dewey: You're starting to ruin TV for me.
Hal: I study your moves, I copy your techniques, but somehow you continue to blow me out of the water. Why?! How?!
Dewey: Maybe he's just better than you. Have you ever thought of that? Billy Vargas can spit ten feet further than I can. I accept that. Why can't you?
Hal: Oh, Dewey, maybe you're right. Maybe God didn't put me on this Earth to beat this guy. I mean, look at him. Perfect posture, great hip rotation, his... Wait a minute. Both feet off the ground at the same time! Dewey, do you see that?! That's air. That that's air!
Dewey: That's it! I'm going to go read a book! I hope you're happy!