Reese: I think crippling my legs made my arms stronger. Like how blind guys have bigger noses. This is gonna be great.
Malcolm: Reese, you can't do this. Stevie's our friend.
Reese: Hey, he's not my friend. He's your friend. He treats me like crap. He insults me and disrespects me and you let him.
Malcolm: What?
Reese: You always take his side. You always do everything his way, even though we're brothers.
Malcolm: Wait. Are you jealous?
Reese: No, I'm pissed. You and Stevie are going to be friends your whole life, but once you go away to college and you're not stuck with us, we're never gonna see you again. But even so, you're spending the rest of the time left with Stevie instead of...
Malcolm: Do I have to tell you I love you?
Reese: No.
Malcolm: Good. Dude, like you said, we're brothers. It doesn't matter if I don't want to be here, I'm stuck here. No matter where I go or what I do, we're always going to be forced together. Christmas, birthdays... We're going to be forced to be around each other for the rest of our lives.
Reese: Really? [Malcolm nods]