Lois: All right, would someone care to explain something to me?
Malcolm: What?
Lois: Why is this sleeve slightly shorter than this sleeve?
Reese: Maybe one of your arms is getting longer.
Lois: They're not. I measured them.
Malcolm: That's crazy.
Lois: Oh, you'd like me to think so, but I know someone has been messing with my stuff. The mirrors on my car are askew, my toothbrush is wet, and the lint trap in the dryer, which I emptied this morning, is now magically full of lint.
Reese: Should you even be doing laundry in this condition?
Lois: I want to know who's responsible and I want to know now.
Malcolm: Mom, why would we do any of that to you?
Dewey: Yeah, Mom, why would we?