Clerk: May I help you?
Malcolm: My dad called in a reservation. [hands over credit card]
Clerk: OK. There you are. As soon as your dad signs this, you're all set.
Malcolm: Oh. He's out at the car, but we can take care of it.
Clerk: Well, maybe wanna have a seat, and we'll just wait for your dad.
Malcolm: Is there some way we could we speed this along? My little brother isn't feeling very well.
Reese: Yeah. My dad's gonna be a while. He's cleaning the car where Dewey's sick.
Clerk: I'm sorry, but an adult needs to sign for the room.
Malcolm: Look, he's really sick. He could blow any second.
Clerk: He doesn't look that sick to me.
Dewey: [retches]