Malcolm: We've lost Dewey. It's the only possible explanation. He's turned on us, and he's feeding Mom information.
Reese: This is bad. Real bad.
Malcolm: I know. What does he have on you?
Reese: Oh, man, I have all kinds of things going on he might know about. I have my lost-dog scam, the rat-baby farm, the electrified mailbox I'm noodling with...