Dewey: Do you think it's going to snow?
Hal: Don't be silly. It hasn't snowed in a year and a half.
Dewey: That could change. We could have a snow day any day now. I deserve a snow day!
Hal: The whole neighbourhood's going to see this thing in our trash, and know your mother is nuts!
Dewey: It's awfully big. Do you think the trash man's going to take this?
Hal: Oh, he'll take it. That's why I'm leaving him a six pack. [to the cat habitat] You're the only thing I've ever been proud of. Come on, Dewey.