Cynthia: [to a boy] I hope you come with an appetite. I'm serving cookies shaped like famous Communist revolutionaries. [to another boy] Hi, I'm Cynthia...
Malcolm: Uh... Cynthia, can I talk to you for a second?
Cynthia: Sure. Tell all your friends! [snorts]
Malcolm: How many people are you inviting to your party?
Cynthia: God, who knows? I left a stack of invitations at the library and a stack at the arcade. I figure people will appreciate the personal touch. You know, so they can match a face with a face. [giggles]
Malcolm: Don't you think you're kind of overreaching?
Cynthia: What are you talking about?
Malcolm: I'm afraid you're setting yourself up for a giant disappointment. I mean, when ten people don't show up, it's a drag. When 300 people don't show up, it's, like, total humiliation.
Cynthia: Well, I guess lots of people will have to show up, then.

Cynthia: Aw, look at Malcolm, surrounded by all his friends. I wonder what he owes his social success to? What do you think, Invisible Friend Number One?
Malcolm: Leave me alone.
Cynthia: There you go again, pushing people away. You know, Malcolm, if you want to make friends you have to extend yourself.
Malcolm: Yeah, you're right. I'm going to work on that. See ya.
Cynthia: It's sad, really. I feel sorry for you. You know what? I just got the greatest idea! It's- It's the perfect way to break you out of your self-protective shell.
Malcolm: What are you talking about?
Cynthia: You're going to cohost the party with me. Come on. Hi, I'm Cynthia and this is Malcolm. We're cohosting a party this weekend...
Malcolm: Let go.
Cynthia: And we have a musical invitation for you. [sings to "She'll Be Coming 'Round the Mountain"] You should come 'round to our party, you'll have fun You'll have fun You should come 'round to our party, you'll have fun...

Malcolm: Hey. Are you OK?
Cynthia: What are you talking about? What do you mean?
Malcolm: Well, you've been acting kinda strange lately.
Cynthia: Malcolm, look around you and reconsider your definition of strange.
[Lloyd is measuring the curvature of Dabney's spine]
Malcolm: Fair enough.

Cynthia: I can't believe you guys threw fridge magnets at Dabney's back brace?
Malcolm: Come on, it was great. He was walking around all day with "Florida is for Lovers" on his back.
Cynthia: [squeaky laugh]
Malcolm: That laugh is so not cute.
Cynthia: I'm sorry my laugh isn't as melodious as your cracking voice. [cracking] I'm Malcolm. I have all the answers but no-one will listen to me.
Malcolm: Oh, that's funny! [stupid laugh]

Malcolm: [to camera] I guess Cynthia was right. If you invite people to a party, they'll show up.
Cynthia: [to a group of boys] Well, that sounds like fun, but I think I'm going to leave it unpierced for a while.

Malcolm: Cynthia, I didn't want to tell you like that. I'm sorry.
Cynthia: No need to be sorry. I should be thanking you. Thank you, Malcolm.
Malcolm: Cynthia...
Cynthia: You know what?! There's only so much crying I can do in one day, and just looking at you makes me want to cry. So, if you don't mind, I'd like to leave you now.

Cynthia's Dad: May I help you?
Malcolm: Hi. I'm Malcolm. I don't know if you remember...
Cynthia's Dad: I'm not sure. I have a vague recollection of you throwing a brick through my daughter's window. Oh, and I think you're the kid who ruined her party and humiliated her in a public toilet. How am I doing? Now, if you don't mind...
Cynthia: It's okay, Dad.

Boy: Hey!
Cynthia: Can I help you?
Boy: Yeah. We're here for Cynthia's party. We found these things in the library.
Cynthia: Uh...
Malcolm: I thought you handed out uninvitations.
Cynthia: I thought you said no one would come. [to the group] Come on in... I guess.

Cynthia: No-one can know about this. You can't tell anyone.
Malcolm: What are you talking about?
Cynthia: Promise me!
Malcolm: But-
Cynthia: Promise!
Malcolm: All right, all right, I promise! Come on, you're fine. It's just a change on the outside. I mean, inside you're the same. If you give people a chance they'll see that.
Cynthia: Will you stop staring at them?
Malcolm: Am I staring?

Malcolm: Agh! What are you doing?!
Reese: Algebra.
Malcolm: What did he say to you?
Cynthia: Malcolm, calm down! I'm just helping him with his homework.
Malcolm: You know Reese doesn't care about school.
Cynthia: That's what I thought, but when he asked me for help... he sounded so pathetic, I couldn't say no.