Lois: I can't believe this place. This cot smells like feet. All right, we're just going to have to make the best of things. [to Malcolm] Where do you think you're going?
Malcolm: I'm just going to look around.
Lois: You are not going anywhere. You're still grounded.
Malcolm: What? Here?
Lois: That's right.
Malcolm: Look around. We're living in a gym!
Lois: That doesn't change what you did.
Malcolm: Mom, we can all die.
Lois: If that happens, you're off the hook. Until then, I want those buns on that cot. Now.