Malcolm: Only our incubator keeps breaking down. Plus, we're running low on agar, we're completely out of blood, our yeast keeps getting contaminated...
Reese: Maybe I can help.
Malcolm: That's okay, Reese. If we need a head caught in a wastepaper basket, we'll give you a call.
Reese: Why do you do that? I offered to help you, and you turn it around and make it about me being stupid. Seriously. I might have something to contribute. Why don't you just give me a chance?
[cut to Malcolm holding a bag of blood as Reese lays on the bed with his arm raised:]
Malcolm: [whispers to Stevie] That's two pints. We'd better not take any more.
Reese: [sweating] This is so exciting. I feel like I'm going to faint!