Malcolm: How long have you been here?
Reese: Since last night. To be honest, I'm a little hurt that no one seemed to miss me.
Malcolm: Is this about Abby?
Reese: You were right, Malcolm. She wants me bad. This is a disaster.
Malcolm: Why? You've got a girl that's crazy about you.
Reese: But it's just wrong. She's my buddy. The best friend I've ever had. But in a roll around the floor and make her smell my armpit kind of way.
Malcolm: Everyone has their own kind of foreplay. The important thing now is how you feel about her.
Reese: It's hard to say. Now when I think about her, I get all nervous in my stomach. Like my bowels could cut loose at any moment.
Malcolm: That's love, dude.
Reese: Wow. You'd think somebody would put that in a song.