Mrs. Welsh: I'm Mrs. Welsh, Dewey's counselor. First of all, let me just tell you how much I admire your courage.
Lois: Thank you.
Mrs. Welsh: Your son Malcolm came to see me...
Malcolm: No, I didn't!
Mrs. Welsh: Let me do what I do. He was worried that Dewey had been placed in the wrong class.
Lois: Malcolm, how dare you? You made your feelings very clear, but you had no right to do something like that!
Mrs. Welsh: Well, the thing is I did look through Dewey's records, and his test results don't match up with his classroom performance. There may be grounds to retest him.
Lois: Oh, no. Absolutely not! You are not going to take this away from my son. He deserves to be in that class. He needs to be in that class. And don't think I won't fight you on this.
Mrs. Welsh: I didn't come here to upset you. The last thing that anyone wants is for you to feel out of control.
Lois: Oh, you'll see out of control if you don't leave Dewey where he belongs. Believe me, you don't want to mess with this family.
Mrs. Welsh: Well, maybe we'll talk about it in a month or so when you're feeling stronger. I'll work around any of your meetings. [Malcolm closes the door on Mrs. Welsh]
Malcolm: I can't believe the way that woman talked to you! I mean, sure, I unsuccessfully tried to keep Dewey out of the Krelboyne class, but she had no right to do that!
Lois: Ah, put a cork in it. And don't think you're not in trouble just because your little plan didn't work.