Malcolm: Hey, Spath! Why don't you stop being such a buttwipe?!
All: Ooh.
Spath: What'd you call me?
Malcolm: You heard me! I don't care anymore! I just don't care, Spath, okay? Alls you ever do is make everybody miserable! Except for your little monkey-slaves over there. Who, by the way, only pretend to like you. They hate you as much as everyone else does! And you're just too busy being mean and stupid to ever figure it out! [to camera] I keep trying to run, but my legs won't work. Mom was right: They are important.
Spath: Wow. I don't know about you but the Krelboyne really hurt my feelings. [walks towards Malcolm]
Stevie: Hey!
Malcolm: Go away, Stevie.
Spath: It's good you two are friends. He won't mind sharing his wheelchair.
Malcolm: [to camera] Okay, this is where something good happens, finally. So we're going to slow down and make it last as long as possible.
[As Spath pulls his arm back, Malcolm throws chocolate pudding in his face. Malcolm turns to run away, but Spath grabs him by his shirt. As Spath once again pulls his arm back to punch Malcolm, he ducks. Spath's knuckles swing towards Stevie, lightly touching his chin. The crowd gasps.]
Boy: Dude, you hit a cripple.
[A second later, the crowd gasp as Stevie tips over in his wheelchair]
Spath: I didn't mean to- I wasn't trying- Stevie, I'm sorry.
[Stevie groans as a group of kids pick him up. Stevie smiles to Malcolm]
Boy: What's your problem? I mean, he's in a wheelchair and he has glasses. You know how bad that looks?