Malcolm: [to camera] You know, I just realized something. Parties suck. The music always stinks, the food's bad, and who cares if no one talks to you? People are such phonies anyway.
Cynthia: Hey, Malcolm.
Malcolm: Hey, Cynthia. Great party. I like the music, and what's in the dip?
Cynthia: Ooh, you know what? I'm gonna need that chair.
[Malcolm awkwardly stands around, tries dancing and then decides to just lean against the staircase]