Dewey: For the love of God, it's 7:30. We're supposed to be tougher than her.
Reese: Well, Malcolm's supposed to be smarter than her.
Malcolm: I am smarter than her. She just caught me off guard a couple of times. I'll come up with something. Something heinous, something brutal. Dewey, get your footy pajamas.
Dewey: I'm not wearing those.
Malcolm: Do you want to spend the rest of your life trying to remember what chocolate tastes like? [Dewey groans] And take Professor Cuddles.