Susan: Now, I know how much little Dewey likes candy, so I got him a professional cotton candy machine.
Dewey: [dramatic gasp]
Lois: Susan, what are you doing? We don't own a circus.
Susan: Well, now you can feel like you do. Now, I'm sorry, but you two boys are going to have to share a gift. I'm giving you the Mustang.
Malcolm: Oh, my God! You're kidding!
Reese: Thank you! I never believed anything Mom said about you.
Lois: Susan, you can't give them a car.
Malcolm: Mom, technically this is a transaction between Aunt Susan and us.
Reese: And I'm willing to hire a lawyer to enforce it. You want to go there, I'll go there.