Lois: Because every time you come in contact with me and my family, something horrible happens to you. I can't deal with the guilt anymore.
Craig: I don't know what you're talking about.
Lois: Come on, if it weren't for us, you'd still have all your teeth. You wouldn't flinch every time you saw a ceiling fan. Your car, it never would have been filled with bees.
Craig: Coincidences.
Lois: Craig, you broke your foot looking up a phone number for me.
Craig: Please, Lois, it's Christmas.
Lois: Here. Maybe you can fluff up the cotton on Santa's beard.
Craig: Thank you. [opens box] Ow! [a squirrel runs out of the box]
Lois: Oh! Well, I wish I could say I was surprised.