Malcolm: I want out of the Booster club. You can blackmail me all you want, but those kids are stupid, the auctioneer job is stupid, the whole thing blows and I'm quitting.
Mr. Herkabe: Someone's putting the "boo" in booster.
Malcolm: Did you see the crap they're trying to auction? 500 takeout menus from a Chinese restaurant, an AOL starter kit, scrapbook lessons, a 15-minute neck massage from Earl the janitor. Nobody wants that stuff. I'm out of there.
Mr. Herkabe: Good for you. Go right ahead.
Malcolm: What?
Mr. Herkabe: I officially stopped caring at 2:15 when I was handed this check. And now I can finally splurge on new brake pads and treat my Civic like the lady that she is. You should really learn to trust me, Malcolm. It worked out well for everyone. I got my money, you get to quit, and the Boosters get to be rid of you.