[Malcolm pours syrup on his ice-cream covered head]
Dewey: Don't forget the cherry.
Malcolm: There. Happy?
Dewey: In truth, it was better conceptually.
Malcolm: Just give me my money and leave me alone.
Dewey: Tough words for a human sundae. Huh. What do you know? That's the last of it.
Malcolm: Really? That's the last of it?
Dewey: So it appears.
Malcolm: Aha! Who looks like the idiot now, huh? I've got all the money - all $148 of it - and what do you have, little man? Nothing!
Dewey: Except my self-respect, but it's hard to put a price on that. Wait, maybe I can.