Mr. Herkabe: Someone I know was a busy little team player last night.
Malcolm: It just came to me what the right thing to do was.
Mr. Herkabe: I've never been prouder of you than at this moment. We never spoke.

Mr. Herkabe: You gave everyone the test, didn't you?
Malcolm: In fingertip semaphore, this means...
Mr. Herkabe: I know what it means!

Alison: I got the nicest dress for the school formal. It's satiny and long, and-and what's that color between pink and purple?
Malcolm: Mauve.
Alison: Oh, sorry. [moves]

Alison: Reese, did you get your tux yet?
Reese: Uh, the dance is in two days. Of course I got my tux.
Alison: Good. Hey, look at this. It's my dress. Isn't it amazing?
Reese: Are you sure this is going to fit because you're so fat.
Alison: [laughs] Oh, you're such a goofball sometimes. Anyway, I really like these bows. Maybe I should get matching shoes, but I don't want it to look too outfit-y.

Francis: Hey, honey, you won't believe the day I had.
Piama: I had a pretty interesting day, too. I had to wear these filthy clothes to work because you forgot to pick up the dry cleaning again.
Francis: For crying out loud, I just got off a 12-hour shift. The last thing I need is for you to... You know what? Let's not do this.
Piama: Do what?
Francis: Fight. We argue way too much.
Piama: You're right.
Francis: Why can't we just both shut up for once and give ourselves time to be in love with each other? Let's just not talk about it.

Malcolm: Guys. Guys, you're not going to believe this. Herkabe actually wants us to cheat.
Lloyd: What? That isn't right!
Dabney: Yeah, he's not supposed to write it down. That's a paper trail.
Malcolm: You guys are in on this?
Lloyd: Malcolm, you have no idea. This is big. This goes further than you know.
Malcolm: Further than you guys?
Kevin: Oh. Then you do know.
[The group block Malcolm's way]
Stevie: Are you in... or are you... out?

Stevie: We're sorry... we tried to... make you cheat.
Dabney: You're our moral compass, Malcolm. We'd like to make it up to you somehow.
Lloyd: Let's all pick him up and carry him to the bus on our shoulders. [
All: Yeah!
Kevin: Actually, I should sit this one out. With my middle ear condition...
Lloyd: My scoliosis.
Dabney: I forgot my orthotics.

Francis: [on the phone] Yes, Mr. Cutler, we have your reservation right here. Hey, what time is it there in Australia? Canceling? Oh, no. Well, it's a shame to let one argument with your wife spoil... Sure, you can ask me whatever you want.
Piama: [enters] Hi, honey.