Lois: Malcolm, come on! We're going to be late!
Malcolm: All right, all right, I'm coming.
Lois: Why aren't you wearing your smock?
Malcolm: Because the longer I don't put it on, the longer I can pretend I don't work in that soul killing fluorescent tomb. As shocking as it may sound to you, I don't actually like stocking wart cream and telling 80-year-olds which diapers leak the least.
Lois: "Thank you, Mother, for getting me a job so I don't have to be a bum on the street." "You're welcome." "Can I open the door for you, after everything you've sacrificed for me?" "Why, that's very thoughtful of you."