Malcolm: Okay, we have 12 hours and eight gallons of gas. This is our radius of destruction.
Reese: So much to do, so little time. What about my old 4th grade teacher?
Malcolm: If we get Mr. Bradshaw, then we can't moon the girls' school.
Reese: No, the mooning is a definite. For you to even suggest that makes me really question your commitment.
Malcolm: Well, if I give you Bradshaw, then I can't do donuts on the lawn of my old basketball coach.
Dewey: What about the arcade?
Reese: Not now, Dewey. All right, I'll give you the donuts.
Malcolm: Great.
Reese: So which way are we leaning on the whole cat show situation?
Malcolm: If you get me that coyote, then I'll get you to the cat show.
Dewey: The arcade is on the way to the cat show.
Malcolm: Out!
Reese: Hey, are we peeing in the mailbox on Fifth, or aren't we? I've already drank three of these. Do not embarrass me out there.