- [Dennis and Mr. Wilson carry dozens of shopping bags]
- Dennis Mitchell: Careful, Mr. Wilson.
- George Wilson: Don't worry about me, Dennis. I was a dancer in my youth. Two-time regional division tap dance champion.
- Dennis Mitchell: [looks at a shiny red bike through a shop's display window] There it is!
- George Wilson: What is?
- Dennis Mitchell: The Mighty Max.
- George Wilson: [leans in for a better look] A bicycle.
- Dennis Mitchell: It's majestic.
- George Wilson: Do you even know what that word means?
- Jack Bratcher: Hey, Mitchell! Ready to lose on Christmas Day? Loser!
- [rides away on his bike]
- George Wilson: What an unfortunate little boy.
- Dennis Mitchell: Hey, Mr. Wilson, you dropped your present.
- [Dennis bends down to pick it up; Mr. Wilson trips over Dennis and lands flat on his back]
- Dennis Mitchell: Mr. Wilson, I thought you said you could dance.
- [cut to a hospital room; Mr. Wilson lies down in bed]
- George Wilson: I hate Christmas.
- Martha Wilson: Yes, dear.
- [Mr. Wilson drinks water through a straw]