Tom: Come on, big girl. Let's knock these little pins down.
[Tom runs up to the lane, suddenly halts and stands squat in front of the line. He starts cradling the ball in both hands]
Ann: Oh, my God, are you serious?
Ron Swanson: Son, people can see you.
[Tom gently releases the ball, which slowly rolls down the lane before knocking all the pins down]
Tom: Boom! [Ann claps] That right there... Tommy's strike.