Hal: For the next five days, you boys will be my slaves. It will be miserable, hard, exhausting work, but Nope, that's it. Just miserable, hard work.
Malcolm: So no matter what we have planned or how busy we are, you're okay with exploiting us for child labor?
Hal: Good, we're clear. Let's get to work.
Reese: Come to Papa.
Malcolm: [quietly] Dad?
Hal: Oh, no, you don't, Reese. No way. You give the nail gun to Dewey.