Dewey: That's right! Turn on each other. Well, you know what? No girls like any of you. And I don't blame them. You're all pathetic.
Malcolm: You know who's a joke? Girls!
Reese: Yeah!
Malcolm: Why do we even like them? They make our lives miserable. You can never understand what they want.
Reese: They're always saying, "Stop staring at me." And they don't laugh at farts!
Malcolm: They only wanna talk about clothes.
Stevie: They cry... all the... time.
Dewey: [to himself] Yeah, this is helping us get out.