Julie: [on the phone] So, your aunt's not dead?
Malcolm: No. It turned out to be one of those comas where they think you're dead and they put you on the embalmer's table and you wake up at the last second. It was a close call.
Julie: Uh, okay. I guess we'll pick you up at 2:00.
Malcolm: Great. [hangs up] [to camera] I figure I'll commit to it first and come up with a plan later. I always think better under pressure. Or is it when I'm not under pressure? Oh, well. Too late now.