Lois: Your daughter is biting my son.
Tina: Oh, no, they're just playing.
Reese: Ow! It hurts! It hurts! Mommy!
Lois: [grabs Emily's nose] Now, honey, if you want to breathe, you're going to have to open your mouth and let go of my son. [Emily lets go of Reese's leg]
Tina: What are you doing?
Lois: Just a little trick I picked up.
Tina: How dare you touch my daughter.
Lois: She was gnawing on my son. If you're not going to control her...
Tina: Are you questioning my parenting?
Lois: I don't know. I haven't seen it yet.
Tina: How nice. This from a woman raising a pervert.
Lois: Where was he supposed to look? You got 'em laid out like a couple eggs on a plate.
Malcolm: I wasn't...
Tina: Emily, Josh, I don't want you playing with these awful children anymore.
Lois: Hey, my...! Well, they may be awful, but they're a hell of a lot better than your two brats.