Malcolm: Francis, it's Mom. We've never made a big deal out of her birthday. And plus, she said she'd be happy with whatever we got her.
Francis: And was she happy?
Malcolm: Oh man, we suck.
Dewey: Did we make mom mad?
Francis: No, Dewey, worse. You hurt her.
Reese: Okay, I'm lost. [Francis punches Reese's arm] Ow!
Francis: That's how mom feels on the inside.
Malcolm: So what are we supposed to do?
Francis: We? Haven't you guys been listening? You screwed up, not me. I'm not doing anything. I don't know what you're going to do and I don't care. I have my own problems. I have to go to a kegger, party with my friends, make out with an African goddess with this hanging over my head. Come on, Amaani.