Dewey: I'm all packed up.
Hal: Good for you. Are you going somewhere?
Lois: He's going to Francis's. Let's go over the rules again. When you are on a bus, what are you to do?
Dewey: Talk to no one, don't let anyone sit next to me, try to look sickly and learning-impaired, cough every few minutes and nose-picking's okay.
Lois: Encouraged. And what if you are on the bus for a few hours and you have to go to the bathroom really, really bad?
Dewey: I still don't go.
Lois: That's my boy.

Lois: I swear I will kill my mother! She just slinks down here and marries off my son to some Eastern European bimbo. The old reptile. I can't believe her leg hasn't grown back.
Hal: Honey, calm down.
Lois: No, I am going to kill her. You know, if young person dies, it looks suspicious. When old people die, it's just the way of the world. There's no investigation.
Hal: Well, at least Reese is independent now.
Lois: Independent?! He's living in our garage! How independent is that? I read about this old woman who drowned in her bowl of soup. It happens.

Hal: Honey, look at the up side. Malcolm is going off to college, Francis is with Piama, now Reese is married. They've all flown the nest. We're done.
Lois: We still have Jamie and Dewey.
Hal: Oh, right.