Malcolm: Hey, party people.
Lois: Oh, my God, you're drunk! What on earth is wrong with you?
Malcolm: I will tell you what is wrong with me... on earth. The reason why I drank is because... I'm a coward, and probably gay. I let a perfect opportunity just slip right through my fingers, and, you know, I thought I'd cap it off by getting stinking drunk. What do you think of your golden boy now, Mom?
Lois: What "golden boy"?! Get in your room! I'll deal with you later.
Malcolm: I will go to my room when I am finished with what I have to say. [vomits into the turkey] [all groan]
Reese: Hey, come on. Some of the shrimp is still good.