Malcolm: I think we lost him.
Stevie: Where's... Dewey?
Malcolm: Oh, my God. Where is he?
Reese: Look, I say we get out of here. We can cover for Dewey. He's quiet. Mom and Dad will never know he's gone.
Stevie: You don't leave... a fallen... comrade.
Reese: Shut up. We wouldn't be in this mess if you hadn't called for help.
Stevie: Keep... pushing me... dumb-ass.