Leonard: You're really improving, Rubio. You've stopped making the "vroom" noises When you move your pieces.
Malcolm: Hey, Leonard.
Leonard: Oh, you got to see this. Physically hurts, doesn't it?
Malcolm: Listen, I was talking to this guy I know. I got you a job interview.
Leonard: What the hell are you talking about?
Malcolm: You are a miserable person. You barely have a job, and you're completely dysfunctional when it comes to communicating with people.
Leonard: And that's my fault? It's not everyone else in the world?
Malcolm: It doesn't have to be like that. If you have a job where you're around people, you can get used to each other and maybe turn things around.
Leonard: Forget it. I'm not wasting my time on some stupid job interview because you have some desperate need to save yourself through me.
Malcolm: Why don't you invest some of that neurotic energy in confronting your own fear of failure?
Leonard: Oh, goodness, the clouds have parted, and I can now commit to a new life, thanks to your Oprah-esque psychological insights.
Malcolm: And now you're trying to invalidate the real issue by dancing around it with what you think is clever wordplay. Screw this. I'll play you for it.