[As Malcolm and Reese lay on their beds, Malcolm is throwing a pencil up at the pock-marked ceiling]
Reese: [yawns] This sucks.
Malcolm: I know. I wish we were old enough to drive. Then we'd never be bored.
[elsewhere, Francis is doing the same at military-school:]
Francis: I wish I could get out on my own and make a bunch of money and start the party.
[elsewhere, Hal is doing the same as he stands by the photocopier at work:]
Hal: I wish I was a bird.