Reese: What am I going to do? I can't get put in the remedial class. They walk to the cafeteria holding each other's belts.
Malcolm: Unless... maybe Lloyd's right. Maybe someone should take the test for you.
Reese: You mean cheat? We can't cheat. Mom will kill us. And it's wrong. But more importantly, Mom would kill us!
Malcolm: Hey, we're out of options here, Reese.
Dabney: You're going to get caught.
Malcolm: No, we're not. And you know why? Because we have four brilliant minds here to help plan this out.
Lloyd: You had to appeal to my vanity, didn't you?
Stevie: I'm in.
Dabney: I'm sorry, but I am honor-bound to report this conversation to the vice-principal.
Lloyd: Then we're honor-bound to report you still sleep with an Elmo blankie.
Dabney: Okay, I'm in.