Hal: I don't know where you get it, the dishonesty. We are your family, and you betray us. [eats] God, this is so good, Reese.
Reese: Thanks.
Lois: Yeah, Malcolm, I would like to reach into your ear and tear out that part of your brain that makes you do things like this! [eats] Smoky.
Reese: That's the mesquite.
Hal: I don't even know what's happening in my own house.
Francis: Really good, Reese. Hey, thanks for your piece, Dewey. You sure you don't want any?
Dewey: No, thanks.
Lois: That is so nice of you, Dewey.
Hal: At least we have one boy we can trust.
[cut to everyone else asleep at the dinner table after eating their steaks]