Cynthia: So, why are you here so late?
Malcolm: I had to use the school computer. Why are you here so late?
Cynthia: I really liked what you said in class about the search for intelligent life in the universe.
Malcolm: And you waited out here to tell me that?
Cynthia: You know, I was thinking, why are we even bothering to send signals into deep space? If we do make contact with extraterrestrials, we'll probably just wind up doing their laundry. [chortles] Just kidding. So, what's it like having a brother?
Malcolm: I don't know. Well, I've got to go home now. Bye.
Cynthia: Bye. [follows Malcolm]