Malcolm: [to camera] This will show her! It has to! Oh, man. I don't care, I'm going for it. I'll bet she planned the whole thing so it would end up like this. Now the only way I can score is if I'm willing to cleat my own mother in the face. I can't do it. What do you know?
Umpire: He's out!
Lois: Honey, if you're gonna cleat someone, you have to remember to lead with your heel. [Malcolm whimpers]