Reese: Ooh, Malcolm, having lunch with your girlfriend?
Malcolm: She's not my girlfriend.
Reese: Oh, I don't know. I think I see a spark. [boops Cynthia's nose] Boop.
Cynthia: Please don't touch me.
Malcolm: [to camera] Yeah, that'll work.
Reese: Oh, she doesn't like to be touched. Well, then, maybe I'll do this.
[As Reese goes to poke Cynthia, she grabs Reese's arm and twists it around his back, slamming him down onto the table]
Reese: Ow!
Cynthia: Now, say your body is composed entirely of snot.
Reese: My body is composed entirely of snot.
Cynthia: Anything you want to add?
Malcolm: I'm good. What was that?
Cynthia: It's Krav Maga, the official self-defense system of the Israeli army. Maybe I'll show you sometime if you think you can handle it.