Reese: What are you doing?
Lois: Saving your minds from turning into mush. You've been sitting on that couch watching TV for hours.
Malcolm: So what? There's nothing else to do.
Dewey: There's never anything to do around here.
Lois: Because you have no imaginations, because you sit in front of that idiot box all day long.
Hal: Your mother's right. It's a sad day when three healthy boys can't think of anything to do with a beautiful Saturday. You could take a walk. You could roll a hoop. You can start a rock collection. There. That's three ideas in five seconds. I hope you're embarrassed.
Lois: You boys have no idea how lucky you are. The day will come where you won't be able to complain about having nothing to do.
Hal: That's right. You'll have responsibilities and a career and children. And then you'll ask yourself, "Hey, where's my boredom now?"