Carl Foutley: Mom, where's the super strength masking tape? Lois Foutley: In the crisper, where you left it. Ginger Foutley: I can't live under a stairwell my whole life. Macie Lightfoot: Actually, with rationed can-goods and a space blanket, you might make it. Courtney Gripling: Hello, Ginger. Podie. Stacy. Macie Lightfoot: Actually, she's Podie. I'm Stacy. Miranda Killgallen: Hello, Courtney's rooms. This is Miranda. Eww... it's Foutley. Carl Foutley: Let's fake an injury at the ice skating rink so we can sue for damages. Lois Foutley: So you're telling me you didn't bring anything creepy or weird into this house? Carl Foutley: With the exception of Hoodsey... no. Deidre Hortense 'Dodie' Bishop: Hoodsey, our grandma just died, we have to go! Robert Joseph 'Hoodsey' Bishop: Fine... Carl Foutley: I'm so sorry Hoods. Robert Joseph 'Hoodsey' Bishop: Me too. What a waste of a perfectly good Saturday. Joann Bishop: She didnt use cheap tuna did she? I'm allergic to mercury. Robert Joseph 'Hoodsey' Bishop: Get ready to believe! Carl Foutley: What are you talking about Hoodsey. Robert Joseph 'Hoodsey' Bishop: Spoke to Santa today, totally cool, even told Higsby to take a hike. Carl Foutley: Don't let the door hit you where the big guy split you. Robert Joseph 'Hoodsey' Bishop: That... is *SO* cold. [Lois, Carl, Ginger, and Hoodsey are watching old home movies. In the movie, Grandma Foutley is tossing Carl up in the air. She throws him into a ceiling lamp] Carl Foutley: Hey! Ginger Foutley: That certainly explains a lot.