Bobby Waide: You know what it could be?
Porter Waide: What?
Bobby Waide: Dead fish in the furnace.
Porter Waide: Is that just a wild guess?
Bobby Waide: No, it's where I put it.
Porter Waide: My God! What is that smell? It smells like a rotten egg!
Oscar Waide: It could be left over from the Easter Egg hunt we had last Christmas.
Porter Waide: Why would you have an Easter Egg hunt at Christmas?
Bobby Waide: The element of surprise.
Porter Waide: God, it smells like death! It's worse than death. It's like if you cut death open and there was something that really stinks inside. How can you not smell that?
Bobby Waide: Olfactory fatigue.
Porter Waide: Pardon?
Bobby Waide: You know, when you smell something for a really long time, then you can't smell it anymore. It's how the French live with each other. You know who I feel sorry for is Spain, just downwind. Who do you think the bulls are running from?
Porter Waide: This olfactory thing, do they have that for hearing?
Bobby Waide: Don't think so.
Porter Waide: That's too bad.