Hal: The Trash Man didn't take it?!
Dewey: Nope.
Hal: Where's the beer?
Dewey: Oh, he took that. He drank one and poured the rest into his thermos.
Hal: And he left this here to mock me.
Dewey: Maybe we can chop it up.
Hal: No! Dewey, we are not accommodating him. I did not pour my heart and soul into this thing so that the trash man could refuse to take it away. There are principles that need to... [yells at cats] Shoo! Get out of there! This society is falling to pieces.