Reese: What're you crying about?
Dewey: I was just sitting there and this... this opera came on. People screaming and hating. It was our family, but with music! And they all mixed together in a counterpoint that underscored the futility of their lives! And the stretto showed the minor key had been hiding in the subdominant from the very first bar.
Reese: All I understood was, "Hit me, Reese. Hit me and never stop hitting me."
Malcolm: Yeah, well, that was the gist of it.