Hal: Hey, look, Malcolm, come here. I need you to help me make sense of all these times. Now, these are the last three days. Some of these are with the cap, some without. Some with bike shorts, some without; one with both, one in just my pajamas. So you can whip up some kind of scientific analysis of all this, right?
Malcolm: [inner monologue] Sure, I've only got better to do with the rest of my life. [out loud] Okay.
Hal: You're a good son. By the way, how much allowance are we giving you?
Malcolm: [inner monologue] What family do you live in? [out loud] Nothing, why?
Hal: Well, how does five bucks a week sound?
Malcolm: Great.
Dewey: Hey!
Hal: Dewey, he's older, and he doesn't give me as much malarkey when I ask him for a favor.