Malcolm: Who has the mustard?
Dewey: I don't know. Maybe Reese stole it. Like he steals everything.
Reese: Well, maybe the mustard likes me better. Maybe the mustard and I have more fun.
Dewey: You totally stole Noah from me!
Reese: Whoa, you can't just change subjects on me. We were talking about mustard.
Dewey: I was talking about Noah.
Reese: Oh, man, what a great kid. It's like having a little brother, you know? He was so proud of me when I beat the crap out of Craig Jansen for him. It was a nice moment.