Malcolm: Man, I hate finals. I was up all night studying.
Reese: Not me, I slept like a baby.
Malcolm: What are you doing?
[Reese glues two small pieces of paper to the lenses of his sunglasses]
Reese: Just making sure I know the answers for my history test today. There's more than one way to be a genius, Malcolm. [walks away] [crashing sound]