Malcolm: I just left her there on the floor and staggered home.
Francis: To shower us with affection.
Malcolm: Yeah.
Francis: Well, it's nothing to be ashamed of. I mean, sure, the distance wasn't much of a factor, but the volume was impressive. So you going to see this girl again?
Malcolm: Are you kidding? I can't believe it. We were alone. She wanted to do it. I was right there. How could I have chickened out?
Francis: Dude, you didn't take advantage of a drunk chick.
Malcolm: Mom must be slipping. All I got was no TV, video games or computer. I have to clean all the kitchen and bathroom tile with a toothbrush, wash every window in the house and change Jamie's diaper for the next six months, but...
Francis: No, you got, like, nine other things after you passed out.