Malcolm: So, Craig, did you tell my mom that you couldn't cover her shift for her Friday night?
Craig: Oh, I think I did far better than that.
Malcolm: Huh?
Craig: Patience, my friend. My trap is about to spring.
Lois: [to a customer] This stupid pen doesn't work.
Craig: [laughs] I was up all night scribbling with it. Watch her face as her whole world comes crumbling down. [Lois pulls out another pen] Okay, I didn't see that coming. But who would?
Malcolm: That's it? That's what you did to get back at her?
Craig: Relax, Malcolm. That is just the first course in my tasty menu of revenge. Huh, that was supposed to stick. Don't worry, her finger sponge is as dry as a bone. [maniacal laugh]