Reese: "Inappropriate", "vicious". Oh, wait, "thug". " Dude, I have never gotten "thug" before. That's like the Oscar.
Dewey: Susie Gunther ate my crayons. Can you beat her up tomorrow?
Malcolm: Leave me alone.
Reese: You know what my favorite part is? It's when you pound on someone and then a day later you still feel the pain in your knuckles. Oh, I love that.
Malcolm: Shut up, Reese.
Reese: Hey, hey, pace yourself, killer.