Francis: I got to tell you, Reese, you are doing a great job. I am very impressed.
Reese: [straining] Thank you. Here?
Francis: Nah, one over.
[Reese drops Francis down on the couch]
Reese: I just want to point out that Malcolm has not done a thing, and I have been carrying you around all afternoon.
Francis: Don't think your enthusiasm and that pathetic look of desperation are going unnoticed.
Malcolm: Here you go, Francis.
Francis: What's this?
Malcolm: Your English term paper on the rise of the novel. It's a guaranteed "A." You can screw off the whole rest of this semester and still pull a "C."
Francis: This pleases me.