Malcolm: I can't move.
Stevie: Welcome to... the club.
Malcolm: I'm never going to fall asleep. It's too early.
Stevie: Want to tell... ghost stories?
Malcolm: No. I want to do that dinosaur model.
[As Malcolm frees himself from the bed, floor lighting goes on and an alarm sounds as his feet hit the floor.]
Kitty: [over intercom] Ms. Kenarbin: Everything all right in there, boys?
Malcolm: Um, yeah. A plush toy just fell on the floor. We're fine. [mutes intercom]
Stevie: [gasps] You... can't.
Malcolm: I just did. Your parents need to cut you some slack.
Stevie: They just... want me... safe.
Malcolm: No, they want you to be four. Stevie, parents aren't allowed to control everything you do. Sometimes you just have- [Stevie falls asleep as the timer dings]
Stevie: Sorry. Conditioning.