Malcolm: Cynthia, you're a Krelboyne. Krelboynes have Krelboyne parties.
Cynthia: You don't know how many friends I'm capable of making.
Malcolm: Yes, I do. Zero. Just like the rest of us. Cynthia, no one's coming to your party.
Cynthia: Oh, yeah? Well, it so happens the Kinkos man said I set a new record for laminated invitations.
Malcolm: So? That doesn't mean anything.
Cynthia: I know what this is all about. You're jealous.
Malcolm: Jealous?
Cynthia: Making friends obviously doesn't come easy to you. So you hide in your safe little circle while people like me throw big parties and make lots of friends and enjoy life. [wipes her finger on Malcolm's neck and the licks it] Hmm? Bitter. What a surprise.