Malcolm: Dewey, I want to tell you something. I love you.
Dewey: Don't say that!
Malcolm: It's true. I love you so much.
Dewey: You're just saying that 'cause you think we're going to die. This is all part of your hating life thing.
Malcolm: You're wrong. I love life. I realize that now. It's imperfect, but I love that, too. And I love Mom and Dad and Francis... and even Reese. I love you all.
Dewey: Stop it. We're going to be fine.
Malcolm: Why don't you stop it, Dewey? Why don't you stop pretending everything's great and tell me you love me, okay?
Dewey: We're not going to die!
Malcolm: Yes, we are! We're going to die! This is the ultimate proof that I was right all along! And I don't need some stupid little kid giving me fake reassurances!
Dewey: Well, I don't need some crybaby brother taking all the fun out of being at the zoo!