Reese: How am I supposed to tell if the milk is bad? Everything in this house smells the same.
Hal: Principles don't always smell like roses, boys. We are in this temporary situation because this family stands for something. I expect a little stoicism around here.
Malcolm: Oh, I'll be stoic, Dad. Until the massive pile of trash we're living in starts to decompose, and the maggots start fighting with the cockroaches about who gets to eat the rats' fecal matter, and then you're going to hear some complaining from me.
Hal: I think we've got a leak in here. Reese, check the windows.