Reese: Oh, man, this is the last weekend. We've got to go.
Malcolm: Yeah, like Mom will ever let us go.
Stevie: Why does... she have... to know?
Malcolm: You got an idea?
Stevie: Maybe... you guys... could come... for a sleepover.
Malcolm: Your parents aren't going to let us go to the fair.
Stevie: They'll think... that I'm... sleeping... at your house.
Malcolm: Double alibi.
Reese: It's a classic for a reason.
Stevie: Can you... talk your mom... into... sleeping over?
Malcolm: Mom, can we sleep over at Stevie's tonight?
Lois: [o.s.] Sure!
Stevie: Now for... my parents.