Reese: Cool! Grandma's got props for the next one.
Malcolm: I'm done, Reese. I'm not going through any more of these trials.
Reese: What's the matter? I thought we were finally doing something as a family.
Malcolm: If you want to let that crazy old bat ruin your life, fine. Knock yourself out.
Reese: How is she ruining my life? She's getting me a bride. A female bride. I mean, what are the odds that a girl is ever going to want me?
Malcolm: You can get a girl, Reese. If you just didn't act like a vicious, stupid thug all the time.
Reese: Come on, Malcolm, let's be realistic.