Laurie: I'm so sorry, Malcolm. I just started talking and I couldn't stop. And I said all those mean things. I didn't even mean half of them. Who am I to say that your kids would be screwed up? I mean, you might not even have kids! Are you OK?
Malcolm: [sobs] I think I can stop crying now. Can you get me more leaves?
Laurie: Oh, Malcolm.
Malcolm: No, really, I'm fine.
Laurie: No, Malcolm, that's poison oak.
Malcolm: Of course it is!