Malcolm: Craig's driving you?
Lois: Yeah. You can take the car.
Malcolm: But we can just go together.
Lois: Could we? Huh. You've been so intent on acting like we weren't in the same family.
Malcolm: No, that's not what I've been doing! I'm just mature enough to draw a distinction between what goes on at home and what we have to do at work.
Lois: Oh, I see. So it's okay to sell out your principles as long as long as you're doing it for money.
Malcolm: Yes, Mom! Big money! I've thrown away all morality and agreed to go to hell for $6.25 an hour!
Lois: You know that sign is a bigoted image, Malcolm.
Malcolm: It's not that bad. It's a picture of a man with a mop and a beer. People who mop drink beer. People who drink beer mop.
Craig: Oh, Slappy? That thing's amazing. He's tripled our Smooth Malt Liquor sales.
Lois: I can't believe I've raised a son who is so insensitive to things that really matter.
Malcolm: If I'm insensitive, I got that way by watching you!