Malcolm: Mom, I hate wearing Reese's hand-me-downs. Look at this. Jelly in the pockets, the fly's broken and it smells like wet dog.
Lois: Well, you should be glad he only wore it once.
Malcolm: [to camera] You know, I'm trying to be there for Mom but the annoyances are starting to outweigh the guilt. I'm this close to sneaking out of the whole thing.
Lois: Well, I suppose you're entitled to complain. After all, it's only my Aunt Helen.
Malcolm: [to camera] What is she, a mind reader?