Reese: All right, we have to get going. We need the car key.
Dewey: Are we going to the arcade?
Malcolm: We already told you we don't have time for that, Dewey.
Dewey: You know something? I don't remember where I put it.
Reese: Stupid! How could you misplace it?! Wait a minute he's lying.
Malcolm: Dewey, give us the key now!
Dewey: Nope.
Reese: All right, Dewey, we can either do this the easy- [Dewey punches Reese in the groin and runs off] No fair. That's just what I was going to do.