Reese: This place is like a cemetery with a Ferris wheel.
Dewey: Are we in trouble?
Malcolm: No. The last bus leaves in 20 minutes. We just have to get outside and wait for it.
Stevie: Hey. Let's ask... for help.
Reese: No, we'll get in trouble. Let's climb the fence and get out of here.
Malcolm: The fences are, like, 12 feet high. What about Stevie?
Reese: We do it in stages. We drag his chair to the top, toss it over, and then do the same with Stevie.
Stevie: Hello?!