Dabney: Hi, Malcolm.
Malcolm: Where's your mom?
Dabney: In the shower.
Malcolm: Good. Then I won't have to put the laxative in her tea. We have to meet Stevie at paintball in an hour.
Dabney: Malcolm, I can't go Mom and I are going to put on our pajamas and watch videos.
Malcolm: Dabney, your grandfather got you this amazing gun, and you have to use it.
Dabney: Look, Malcolm, I know you think I'm a mama's boy-
Malcolm: No. Mama's boys are laughing at you with their mothers. Come on, I saw the look in your eye when you opened it. Admit it. You're dying to do this. You just have to break free from your mom.
Dabney: Malcolm, you don't understand. In exactly 17 minutes, she's going to open that shower door and expect to see me there with a warm, cozy towel. All right, let's go.