Malcolm: Oh, no, no, no.
Lois: [o.s.] Malcolm, quit messing around in there and get out here. We're leaving for the wedding.
Malcolm: I'll be out in a minute. Hold your [lisps] horses.
Lois: [o.s.] What?
Malcolm: Nothing. [to camera] [lisps] Horses... Oh, my God, it's swollen so much, I can't say my S's. Mom's going to kill me. Wait. I can hide it. I'll be careful... how I talk. And avoid... that letter completely. Simple.