Malcolm: Let go of me. I don't want to be your baby-sitter. I just want to be by myself.
Dewey: Are you mad?
Malcolm: I'm not mad.
Dewey: You sound mad.
Malcolm: Fine, I'm mad!
Dewey: Who are you mad at?
Malcolm: I'm not mad! Look, you wouldn't understand.
Dewey: Yes, I would.
Malcolm: No, you wouldn't. You're still living in your kiddie dream world. You don't realize you're nothing but an insignificant speck of dust Lost in an uncaring universe full of random tragedy.
Dewey: What's a lemur?