Hal: Oh, hello, son. You know, I barely see you anymore. That baby-sitting has turned into a full-time job.
Malcolm: Well, sometimes I just go over there to hang out. And watch TV. Live in a house... Dad, does this seem okay to you?
Hal: Gosh, no. Your mother and I have never fought for this long before. It's been days, and we still haven't made up. I don't even know what the problem is. Something's missing. Boy look at that sky, Malcolm. Just think... somewhere out there in all those stars and planets, there might be at this very moment, a space dad who just got kicked out of his space trailer who is looking down at us. Or would it be up at us? Or maybe sideways?
Malcolm: Trust me, Dad. They're all looking down on us.