Hal: Good night, boys.
Dewey: Good night, Dad.
Hal: What a day. Memorable, huh? And if you thought today was fun, tomorrow's gonna make it look like garbage. Quick question. If I died in my sleep tonight, who'd be sad?
Dewey: I would!
Reese: Me! Me!
Malcolm: Sure. Of course we'd be sad.
Hal: You boys have just earned some s'mores. Back in a jiff.
Malcolm: Wait, Dad. You don't have to do this. I think I know what's going on. If you want to talk about stuff...
Hal: Malcolm, all I'm interested in right now is filling your bellies with marshmallowy goodness.
Malcolm: But, Dad-
Hal: Don't worry. I'll make yours double thick.