Stevie: You have... to stop this.
Malcolm: Stupid game. This is ridiculous! Everybody in my family is, like, perfect. Mom is President, Reese is married to six supermodels, and my Dad's funding a search for extraterrestrials. Nothing I do has any effect whatsoever. If I give them money, if I take it away, if I make them ugly, if I make them Canadian, everything works out beautifully for them and horrible for me.
Stevie: Dewey... just became... Pope.
Malcolm: And I weigh 500 pounds. That's it, I'm just going to have to kill them. Go to counter. Get knife. Kill them. No, don't make yourself a sandwich. Kill! Kill! No, not yourself. Don't kill Don't kill. You stupid fat bastard! Uuurrgh!
[Malcolm gets up, opens the window and walks back to the "laptop". He struggles to lift it so he just slides it off his desk instead.]
Malcolm: This means nothing!