Hal: We were so close. 89 trees. Just two trees away from being profitable. Story of my life. No matter what I do, no matter how hard I try, I'm always two trees away.
Reese: We should just sell them out of our yard.
Hal: Reese, this is a serious problem. Would you please just...? Oh, my God. That wasn't stupid. Reese, your love for your father has focused your mind like a laser! [chuckles] [to Malcolm] Give him the hat.