Dewey: What's this?
Malcolm: Nothing. Give me that.
Dewey: It's a credit card receipt from The Clockworks. You bought those clocks?
Francis: You have a credit card? Since when?
Malcolm: They sent it to me in the mail a couple months ago. They must've thought I was old enough after I won that physics award.
Reese: So when I superglued my eyelids shut, and I was in the emergency room, we could've used your credit card instead of having to call Mom?!
Malcolm: I'm not going to let you jeopardize my credit rating. I want to buy a house someday.
Francis: Malcolm, you're a jerk.