Vicki: I have a confession to make. I requested you as a lab partner.
Malcolm: Yeah, that doesn't surprise me. Look, I'll walk you through the experiment, I'll do your homework, but I will not cheat on a test for you, okay?
Vicki: Fair enough.
Malcolm: Okay. I'll dry the substrate and remove the ether on the evaporators. You, uh, want to wash the beakers? That's science, too.
Vicki: Come on, Malcolm, I am a part of the team.
Malcolm: Vicki, believe me. I would let you help if I had any confidence that you knew what we were trying to do here. But all you do is sit in class and you giggle and whisper to your friends-
Vicki: Hand me the morpholino-cyclohexene, and you mix in the dry dioxane with the methylvinylketone.
Malcolm: Oh, my God, you're smart!
Vicki: Ssh. Nobody needs to know that.
Malcolm: I don't get it. Why do you need me to be your partner?
Vicki: Maybe I think you're cute. Anyway, it'd be nice to talk to someone about something deeper than the latest ringtone they downloaded. Most of my friends think...
Malcolm: [to camera] I know she's still talking, but I didn't hear anything after "I think you're cute."