Lloyd: So my doctor said I only have to wear these special shoes for two more years. Then I'm down to nights and weekends. Great Scott! You got a letter from Martindale Academy.
Malcolm: What's Martindale Academy?
Lloyd: It's the greatest, most advanced private school in existence. Do you know how many millions they've spent to make sure you've never heard about it?
Malcolm: It says I've been accepted. I didn't even apply.
Lloyd: No one applies. They find you. This is unbelievable. Malcolm, you're going to the show. You're set for life! Wait, what am I thinking? You can't go. You're too poor. You're like the poorest guy I know. Oh, I'm such a jerk! Here I am, describing this nirvana you'll never be able to experience. Holding out this hope of power and success to a guy in a three-dollar shirt. I mean, look at this hovel!
Malcolm: Lloyd, you have to stop talking.
Lloyd: It's okay to cry, Malcolm. Tears are free.