Dewey: [on the phone] Yeah, Mom, he just finished digging that underground fort you wanted. I think you're going to have a lot of fun in it.
Hal: Give me that. [takes phone] Honey, don't say anything. Just listen. You were right. You're always right. From now on, I will do whatever you say, because I have been happier just mindlessly obeying you than doing what I think I want with any of my so-called friends. I love you. I miss you. Here's Dewey.
Dewey: [takes phone] Really, Mom? You want me to cut Reese's hair? But he loves his hair. Okay.
Reese: This is so unfair. [grabs scissors] Just get it over with.
Dewey: Mohawks are kind of out, Mom. What if I- [phone rings] Do you hear a strange ringing, Mom?
Reese: You are so dead! [Dewey screams]