Dewey: [doorbell chimes] Nobody move.
Craig: [o.s.] [knock at door] Hello! I know someone's home! I saw shapes moving on the curtains!
Dewey: Marshmallow, guard!
[Dewey walks over and opens the door]
Craig: Hey, sport, is your dad home?
Dewey: No. They went to a restaurant but they said you should go over-
Craig: Well, I just came to drop off some pants. They got-
Malcolm: Craig, help!
Reese: Help us, please!
Malcolm: Dewey's gone crazy! He's holding us prisoner!
Dewey: [locks door] I'm sorry you had to see this.
[cut to Craig also dressed like a woman:]
Craig: "Number 12, his twinkling eyes."