Reese: Hey, is his stick bigger than my stick?
Malcolm: I don't know. They're just sticks.
Reese: Yeah, but why does he get the better stick? I always get the crappy sticks! Why is everything of mine so lame? I never have anything nice! My life sucks!
Malcolm: [to Dewey] Give me that. [snaps Dewey's stick in half]
Dewey: [sobs]
Malcolm: [to camera] Sometimes, things just have a way of working out.