Malcolm: Craig.
Craig: Just brought by your mom's paycheck. Tell her I'm the one that brought it by.
Malcolm: Wait. We need your help. My dad's going crazy. He hasn't slept in four days. He's smoking, he's dancing around in his underwear. He's ripping phones out of the walls. You've got to stop him.
Craig: Don't worry, son. I'll handle this. [runs to the fridge]
Malcolm: What are you doing?
Craig: You don't expect me to tackle something like this on an empty stomach?