Lois: What are we going to do? We're in debt up to our eyeballs as it is.
Hal: [sighs] Well, we're just going to have to cut back. No more vacations. Stop going out to fancy restaurants for birthdays. And, you know, it wouldn't kill us to stop wearing designer labels.
Lois: Hal, whose life are you leading? We don't do any of that stuff. We can't afford this baby. Where's he going to sleep? We're not even going to be able to feed him after my mother gets finished with us. Oh, God, this is so unfair.
Hal: Honey, relax. Here's what we're going to do. First, I'm going to go out and get you some mint chocolate chip ice cream. [Lois chuckles] Now, that always helps. And then we're just going to sit down and figure this all out, hmm? Hey, everything is going to be okay, hmm? We'll find a way. We always do. Promise.
[Hal walks out of the house and gets into his car:]
Hal: [bawling] Oh, no! Why me?! [Malcolm is in the backseat] No. Why?! Why?! Why?! Why, why, why, why?! [screaming, crying] Why?! [screaming] Oh, why?!