Reese: Isn't she cute when she gets excited? Her cheeks get all red, and then she gets a little twinkle in her eye. I've got to tell you, I'm a lucky guy.
Malcolm: So you're really going to spring for a limo and tux and all that?
Reese: Hell, no. We're not going to that dance. It would practically wipe out my leather jacket fund.
Malcolm: What are you talking about?
Reese: I've got it all worked out. I let her think we're going, and then right before the dance, I pick a giant fight. She gets so mad at me, she doesn't want to go, and then the next day, I apologize, she takes me back, and it's smooth sailing until her birthday.