Dewey: We have to start from the very beginning. What do you feel?
Malcolm: I don't feel anything. It's just dinging, and it's annoying.
Dewey: What the hell is wrong with you? Babies understand this music.
Malcolm: I'll tell you what's wrong with me. You're teaching me bad on purpose.
Dewey: Great. Now you're stupid and crazy.
Malcolm: Am I? I asked to learn the one thing that makes you special, your stupid music, but you can't stand that, can you? You've been sabotaging me from day one.
Dewey: That's it. I quit.
Malcolm: You can't. You made a promise.
Dewey: I did not. We tried everything and you're an idiot.