Police Officer: Is there a problem here?
Richard: It's all right, officer. We can handle it.
Malcolm: There was a robbery, and I helped.
Dottie: We're not pressing charges. We'd just like to forget about the whole thing.
Police Officer: Oh, you still have to come down to the station and fill out some forms.
Richard: You know, looking through the house, I don't think he got much. Just a bunch of junk from the garage.
Dottie: Yeah. It's pretty hard even to say what was taken.
Malcolm: I can tell you. I have a photographic memory. I can picture everything I put in the car.
Richard: How would it be if we just phoned you later?
Malcolm: There were nine boxes. 14 by 12 by 21. A computer and two high-definition color printers. A signature machine, an embossing machine, two bottles of solvent-based ink eradicator. Three reams of linen-textured cotton paper with fluorescent security fibers, which you could use to counterfeit money, but for that you wouldn't need an embossing machine, unless you were going to forge stock certificates. Oh, my God, you're criminals!
[cut to Richard and Dottie being put in a police car:]
Malcolm: And you know what the saddest part is? I used to care what you thought about me. [to camera] Actually, I still do care a little.