Mr. Herkabe: Malcolm! I need a favor.
Malcolm: I already did you a favor with Darlene.
Mr. Herkabe: Which worked out spectacularly. And athletically. And repeatedly.
Malcolm: What else do you want?
Mr. Herkabe: I need you to break up with her.
Malcolm: What?
Mr. Herkabe: Well, she's gotten so clingy and dependent. She's suffocating me. Feel free to judge me, but remember who's judging your mother. Give her this note. At first I toyed with the idea of lying to her, but then I decided to tell her honestly I find her repellent. It's better to be classy.