Malcolm: Look at him.
Dewey: Yeah. I assume you'll want the same deal I had with him.
Malcolm: What are you talking about?
Dewey: Look, Reese is as good as dead, at least on the inside. That puts you in charge. You get half my candy, full control of the remote, and since I can't do your homework for you, how about a nice warm towel whenever you come out of the shower?
Malcolm: Will you shut up? He's going to be fine.
Dewey: Whatever you say... sir.