Phil: Congratulations, honey.
Claire: Don't pretend you're happy for me.
[aside to camera:]
Phil: Luke and I wanted to use that space to put in a batting cage. Claire wanted her She Shed. We were in a stalemate, so we settled the dispute like adults.
[cut to Claire and Phil in a blinking war:]
Luke: Come on, Dad. Batting cage.
Phil: I really need to blink, buddy.
Luke: You can blink when you're dead.
Phil: [groans]
Claire: Ah, yes! Yes! All those Magic Eye posters paid off. Ah! I'm gonna get myself one of those fuzzy little rugs.