Malcolm: I want you to tell me why you don't like me.
Laurie: Why are you doing this?
Malcolm: I want a straight answer!
Laurie: Ugh, I can't believe I liked you in the third grade.
Malcolm: You liked me in the third grade?! I knew it! I wasn't crazy! You did like me! So what the hell has changed? Tell me! I defy you to tell me!
Laurie: Nothing! That's the problem! You're still the obsessive whining know-it-all who doesn't listen to anyone.
Malcolm: But you did like me in the third grade?
Laurie: Malcolm, I don't like you! Can you get that through your head? Before I just didn't have a crush on you. And now I can't stand you! So you want me to tell you why I don't like you? You want me to tell you why I like nice, funny Gary Spindler and absolutely despise bitter, annoying Malcolm? Do you?
Malcolm: Look...
Laurie: Well, I'm gonna tell you! There is something wrong with you! I don't know how you do it! You're cute, smart, funny and somehow you managed to mess that up! Like today. It was an awkward situation, but it would've passed. But you just kept picking at it and picking at it until it turned into this big horrible thing! [Malcolm tries to escape] There is something wrong inside you! There's something rotten at the core of your personality! You're just off! That's not even the worst thing!