Malcolm: Okay. We got Dad's skating trophy, Mom and Dad's wedding portrait, Mom's favorite lamp. No, Dewey, it's stuff they like, not you.
Dewey: Oh. Good!
Malcolm: Paint?!
Reese: Yeah. That way, we not only destroy the stuff, we take out the driveway, splash on the house and, with any luck, get some collateral damage to the neighbors. What a waste! For any other reason, this would've been the funnest thing ever.
Malcolm: Okay, guys have the last candy bars of your childhood.