Malcolm: It's Lisa Filmore, isn't it?
Stevie: Who?
Malcolm: I saw you checking her out. You like the big stuff, huh? Nice. Little jiggly-wiggly, little wabbal-abbal-abbal-abbal...
Stevie: You're... a jerk.
Malcolm: I'm just being supportive. I'm sorry. Come on. Let's just finish the game.
Stevie: Can't. Today's our... first meeting... at the Norvet Institute.
Malcolm: Okay, wait. There's something good about your personality. You completely humor your dad with all his idiotic plans for you to walk, no matter how pointless and stupid it is to try. You're never, like, "Dad, wake up. I'm never getting out of this wheelchair. I'm going to be a cripple till the day I die." I mean, you know it, but you don't throw it in his face. That's a really nice quality. There, better?