Dewey: Why can't I go bowling, too?
Lois: Because you are spending the night in your room. You are being punished. And tomorrow you are going to the store and buying Mrs. McNabb a new parakeet!
Dewey: Aw, Dad?
Hal: Don't look at me. As far as you boys are concerned, your mom and I are a united front.
Malcolm: We're ready. Who's going to drive us?
[split-screen:]
Lois: I'll do it.
Hal: I'll do it.
Lois: [to Dewey] You, to your room. March!
Hal: [to Dewey] Come on, son. Race you to your room.