Reese: You're doing that more and more.
Malcolm: Doing what?
Reese: That brain thing. Are you just going to keep getting smarter and weirder?
Malcolm: I don't know.
Reese: Well, can you tone it down a little bit? 'Cause I can't keep up with all these butt-kickings.
Malcolm: What are you talking about?
Reese: Well, at least twice a day I have to whoop-ass on some kid calling you a weirdo. Honestly, it's exhausting.
Malcolm: You beat up people 'cause they call me a weirdo?
Reese: The last kid, he was a freak anyways. He was in no position to throw out names.
Malcolm: Thanks.
Reese: For what?
Malcolm: Nothing.