Malcolm: Oh, well. You know what would help? Sleep. I actually dreamed I was in this bed sleeping.
Dewey: Sleep is all we ever do anymore. Do you even know what day it is?
Malcolm: I don't even know what year it is.
Dewey: Get up! Don't you have a test tomorrow? It could affect college, your future!
Malcolm: I'm pursuing my dreams right here in a much more direct way.
Dewey: Well, I'm done with it.
Malcolm: Fine! More room for me.
Dewey: So that's your plan? You're going to sleep for the rest of your life? That's pretty pathetic.
Malcolm: I'll leave my mark. Long after I'm gone, the memory coils in this bed will still remember the contours of my body.
Dewey: Listen to yourself. That's insane. This bed is evil. It's draining your soul, Malcolm! [Malcolm snores] Malcolm?