Haley: Hey, dad, I can't find my scarf, and the closet light's burnt out.
Phil: So just change it.
Haley: I can't reach it.
Phil: Oh, if only there was some magical way of getting up closer to the ceiling.
Haley: Okay, now you just sound like Dylan.
Phil: I'm saying get a step stool.
Haley: Whoa, whoa, whoa. One thing at a time, okay?