Lloyd: Hey, check out the new kid.
Stevie: Fresh... meat.
Dabney: You no longer have to live in fear.
Malcolm: What are you talking about?
Dabney: The hazing we put you through is over.
Malcolm: What hazing?
Lloyd: Oh, come on. When we gave you the warped lunch tray? When we dulled the points on your pencils? When you sneezed and no one said "Bless you"?
Dabney: I still feel bad about that.
Lloyd: Now she's taking your place as the whipping boy.