Keith: Backup can handle the dishes. Right now, how's about an early peek at one of your Christmas presents?
Veronica: What about our strict Christmas morning-only rule?
Keith: This Christmas we make our own rules. Follow me!
Veronica: (Claps excitedly and follows him towards her room) I'm so impressed you fit a pony into my room. Presents, presents, presents!
Keith: (At the door of Veronica's room) Ta da!
Veronica: Uh...yeah, isn't that the same computer you got me two years ago?
Keith: Yeah, on the outside, yes. But this old beast has a new heart pulsing inside her. I'm talking five hundred and twelve gigawatts of RAM, an eighty something-or-other hard drive, a, a—
Veronica: You don't know what you're saying, do you?
Keith: No. But your friend Mac promised me that it's all very state-of-the-art.
Veronica: Thanks, Dad. You rock.
Keith: (At the police station) Thanks for coming by. I'm guessing by your blithe spirits that you have no idea what's up.
Logan: No. But they request my presence here weekly, so...