Malcolm: Well, good news. God decided I don't deserve to redeem myself. I get to carry this soul-crushing guilt for the rest of my life.
Dewey: Yeah. I've been trying to compose a requiem for him. It's hard getting in the right mood using a glitter marker. Maybe we've been trying to honor Reese the wrong way.
Malcolm: What do you mean?
Dewey: Reese wasn't into helping people and doing good deeds. He loved to smash stuff and destroy things for no reason. If we're gonna honor Reese, maybe we should think about doing it his way.
Malcolm: You have something in mind?
Dewey: This kind of caught my eye.
Malcolm: An art fair?
Dewey: Just think what Reese would have done with this. They've got drift wood art, yarn owls, dream catchers, face painting, folk dancing.
Malcolm: They are kind of begging for it. [sighs] I don't know.
Dewey: There's rapping grannies.
Malcolm: Let me see that.