Cynthia: [to a boy] I hope you come with an appetite. I'm serving cookies shaped like famous Communist revolutionaries. [to another boy] Hi, I'm Cynthia...
Malcolm: Uh... Cynthia, can I talk to you for a second?
Cynthia: Sure. Tell all your friends! [snorts]
Malcolm: How many people are you inviting to your party?
Cynthia: God, who knows? I left a stack of invitations at the library and a stack at the arcade. I figure people will appreciate the personal touch. You know, so they can match a face with a face. [giggles]
Malcolm: Don't you think you're kind of overreaching?
Cynthia: What are you talking about?
Malcolm: I'm afraid you're setting yourself up for a giant disappointment. I mean, when ten people don't show up, it's a drag. When 300 people don't show up, it's, like, total humiliation.
Cynthia: Well, I guess lots of people will have to show up, then.