Lois: And your teacher called to say you sold more chocolate bars than anyone else. She said all your classmates hate you. I'm so proud, Dewey.
Dewey: Well, you know, it's a good product. They really sell themselves.
Lois: I can't believe it. Dewey sold over 1,500 candy bars.
Hal: 1,500... Page 12.
[fantasy: Hal dumps his "Jupiter Boots" for a "real go cart race car" from the prize catalog]
Hal: They'll eat your dad's dust.