Norm: You're not going to tell on me, are you?
Malcolm: I don't know.
Norm: What about Wendy? I know you like her. And I can help you. I see her all the time. I overhear her conversations. I know everything about her, like why she broke up with her last boyfriend.
Malcolm: Why?
Norm: Will you let me stay?
Malcolm: Yeah, all right. [to camera] Okay, so I'm entrusting my love life to a burned-out hermit who lives behind a ball cage. That doesn't make me a desperate loser. I'm doing it anyway.