Stevie: You wanted... to see me.
Malcolm: Stevie, brace yourself. I'm going to tell you a really big secret about something so huge that every bone in your body is going to want to tell, but you have to promise not to. This is an actual street luge. Like from your magazine.
Stevie: Heaven... forfend.
Malcolm: I need you to help me with some calculations of wheel friction and frame stiffness to get this thing perfect. I have to beat this rich jerk who keeps making me wipe out. I'm going to make a bet with him, and race him.
Stevie: You think... you can beat... this glorious... alpha male?
Reese: It's going to happen. 'Cause I'm going to hide in the bushes and jump out at him and force him to crash.
Malcolm: It may not be the most honest thing in the world, but you know what, who cares? This guys totally deserves it.
Stevie: I'd hate... to be him.