Malcolm: We are going to scare the crap out of them. You know what? I don't feel sorry for them. They've got it coming.
Reese: They deserve every stained pair of underwear they're about to get. Hey, is my eye socket oozing enough?
Malcolm: It's perfect.
Reese: Okay, on the count of three we bust through the door. If one of them has a heart attack, you resuscitate them and I'll scare them again.