Malcolm: You guys went to the camp? Oh, man. What was it like?
Reese: Imagine 100 fat guys fallin' downstairs, knocking over old ladies. Multiply that by 10 and you're not even close.
Stevie: Until today... I'd have traded... my life... for anybody's. [rubs bra across face]
Malcolm: No way. It's Mom's.
Reese: If it were Mom's, would I do this? [sniffs bra] [sighs]