Lois: Malcolm, get your things. We're going home. I am so sorry for all of this.
Mrs. Griffin: Sorry for what?
Lois: My son stole your car... and he was out joyriding in it.
Mrs. Griffin: Joyriding? That was no joyride for me. I was passed out in the backseat.
Lois: What?
Mrs. Griffin: I made a mistake with my medication, and he drove me to the hospital.
Malcolm: [to camera] Huh?
Lois: He was driving you to the hospital?
Mrs. Griffin: Yes, who else is going to do it? I'm just an old woman. I live alone.
Lois: Malcolm, when there's an emergency, you should come to us.
Malcolm: Yeah, you're right. I don't know what I was thinking. Because I wasn't thinking and I just did it. I'm sorry. And I... yeah.
Lois: Well, it was pretty quick thinking.
Mrs. Griffin: He's a good boy. I don't know what I would have done without him.
Malcolm: Thanks.
Mrs. Griffin: In fact, he's so kind... he offered to come help me before school every day, too.
Lois: Before school? Really?
Mrs. Griffin: I thought that was too much, too. Especially since these old bones heal so slowly... it'll be months. But he insisted. Didn't you?
Malcolm: Yeah.
Mrs. Griffin: Ooh, these corns are burning. You'd better go get the lotion.
Lois: Well, I'll leave you to your work. Guess you won't be coming home for supper. And to think, I was all ready to punish you. [door closes]
Mrs. Griffin: Don't just stand there, thief. Let's go.