Reese: Ooh, Malcolm, having lunch with your girlfriend?
Malcolm: She's not my girlfriend.
Reese: Oh, I don't know. I think I see a spark. [boops Cynthia's nose] Boop.
Cynthia: Please don't touch me.
Malcolm: [to camera] Yeah, that'll work.
Reese: Oh, she doesn't like to be touched. Well, then, maybe I'll do this.
[As Reese goes to poke Cynthia, she grabs Reese's arm and twists it around his back, slamming him down onto the table]
Reese: Ow!
Cynthia: Now, say your body is composed entirely of snot.
Reese: My body is composed entirely of snot.
Cynthia: Anything you want to add?
Malcolm: I'm good. What was that?
Cynthia: It's Krav Maga, the official self-defense system of the Israeli army. Maybe I'll show you sometime if you think you can handle it.

Malcolm: Cynthia, you're a Krelboyne. Krelboynes have Krelboyne parties.
Cynthia: You don't know how many friends I'm capable of making.
Malcolm: Yes, I do. Zero. Just like the rest of us. Cynthia, no one's coming to your party.
Cynthia: Oh, yeah? Well, it so happens the Kinkos man said I set a new record for laminated invitations.
Malcolm: So? That doesn't mean anything.
Cynthia: I know what this is all about. You're jealous.
Malcolm: Jealous?
Cynthia: Making friends obviously doesn't come easy to you. So you hide in your safe little circle while people like me throw big parties and make lots of friends and enjoy life. [wipes her finger on Malcolm's neck and the licks it] Hmm? Bitter. What a surprise.

Malcolm: He's just using you and what's worse is you're falling for it!
Cynthia: Leave me alone!
Reese: You heard her.
Malcolm: But... What's her name?
Reese: What?
Malcolm: What's her name?
Reese: I know what her name is. And I'm not gonna dignify that with a response. I know what her name is, and her name is...
[As Reese reaches out to feel Cynthia's top, she decks him]
Cynthia: How could you be so creepy? Don't you even have the remotest sense of decency towards a fellow human being? [kicks Reese] I have feelings! I will be treated with respect! I will not be objectified! I will not be humiliated! Now kiss my shoe! Kiss my shoe!

Cynthia: Malcolm! If you do this, I will never have sex with you again. [crowd gasps]
Malcolm: Again?
Boy #1: [o.s.] They had sex?
Boy #2: [o.s.] He had sex with her?
Girl #1: [o.s.] That kid had sex?
Girl #2: [o.s.] She's a slut.
Boy #3: [o.s.] She's a big slut.
Girl #3: Oh, my God, What a slut.
Malcolm: [to camera] Wow, I could really learn a lesson from this, but all I can think about right now is how the whole school is convinced that I had se-
Lois: You get out of that car this instant! What the heck is wrong with you?!

Malcolm: Hi. I'm Malcolm.
Cynthia: Cynthia.
Malcolm: So, you're new here.
Cynthia: Yeah... my dad wanted to get away from Manhattan, but I think the real reason is that my mom's remarriage hit him pretty hard and he thinks that a new environment would help. The truth is, nothing's been the same since my brother died in the boating accident. [chortles] Just kidding.
Malcolm: What?
Stevie: Get... a room. [Cynthia chortles]
Malcolm: Anyway, I'll see you later and I'm glad your brother's okay.
Cynthia: I don't have a brother.

Cynthia: So, why are you here so late?
Malcolm: I had to use the school computer. Why are you here so late?
Cynthia: I really liked what you said in class about the search for intelligent life in the universe.
Malcolm: And you waited out here to tell me that?
Cynthia: You know, I was thinking, why are we even bothering to send signals into deep space? If we do make contact with extraterrestrials, we'll probably just wind up doing their laundry. [chortles] Just kidding. So, what's it like having a brother?
Malcolm: I don't know. Well, I've got to go home now. Bye.
Cynthia: Bye. [follows Malcolm]

Cynthia: Thank you, Mr. Chicken, for giving up your life so that I can continue to live. [eats]
Malcolm: What are you doing?
Cynthia: I know if someone killed me and ate me, I'd like them to at least say thank you.

Malcolm: [to camera] Yeah, we're having lunch together. So what? She likes to sit next to me.
Cynthia: Looks like Lloyd and Dabney are having a pretty intense conversation. Did you know I could read lips? "I've noticed that 80% of my Doritos are isosceles triangles." "Wow, I'm impressed. Want to kiss?" "I was hoping you'd ask. Let me finish my sandwich first." "Waiting is such sweet agony." [laughs] "Okay, I'm ready." "Oh, now I'm not. I just took a bite of my sandwich." "Oh, you're such a tease." [Malcolm laughs]
[As Malcolm and Cynthia lean in to kiss, Cynthia snorts. Malcolm backs away and leaves.]

Cynthia: Now, if I apply pressure like this for ten seconds, you'll pass out. If I do it for 20 seconds, you'll die of a brain hemorrhage.
Malcolm: Cool.
Cynthia: Okay.
Malcolm: Are you wearing perfume?
Cynthia: Oh, it's my shampoo. Jasmine. Do you like it?
Malcolm: Well, yeah. It smells good.
Cynthia: It's supposed to get rid of my dandruff, but I'm not sure it's working.
[As Cynthia bends over to show Malcolm her scalp, he disappears]
Cynthia: Here, what do you think? Malcolm?

Cynthia: Hey, guys. Here you go. I'm having a party this weekend. Don't lose those invitations 'cause no one gets past my dad without them. [giggles]
Dabney: A party. An actual, non-self-delusional figment-of-my-imagination party.
Lloyd: Is it your birthday?
Cynthia: No, it's just for socializing. You know, it's weird. I've been here for a month and a half, and you guys are the only friends I have.
Dabney: You're kidding.
Cynthia: [snorts] I'm serious. It may be hard for you guys to believe, but some people have trouble making friends. [guys nod]