Malcolm: Wow, and I thought Reese was the one dragging us down.
Dewey: Maybe we should see how he's doing with his squirrel.
Malcolm: If I know Reese, all the good parts are gone by now. Nothing exciting ever happens around here.
[A mattress falls from the sky and lands in the middle of the road]
Dewey: Wow. We even have boring miracles.
Malcolm: It must have fallen from a plane or something.
Dewey: Wow, this is brand-new. At least what I think a mattress would look like new. It's got no lumps.
Malcolm: No weird stains.
Dewey: No springs sticking out of it.
Both: It's got tags! [both sit down]
Dewey: It's like sitting on a cloud with two clouds under it.
Malcolm: This is amazing. I'm in ass heaven.
Dewey: Maybe it's worth some money.
Malcolm: Sell it or keep it? Let's think about this for a second. [both lay back]