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.

Cynthia: How are you doing on number five?
Reese: Awful. I'm not gonna get this. I'm such an idiot.
Cynthia: No, you're not.
Reese: Everyone says I'm an idiot all the time. [Cynthia looks at Malcolm]
Malcolm: Well, he is!
Cynthia: Malcolm.
Reese: It's not his fault. Someone at some point decided I was dumb, and that's all anyone ever sees in me. Why do they always focus on one detail, they can never look at the whole person?
Cynthia: I don't know.

Dewey: OK, we had a little setback, but don't give up.
Hal: Forget it! I'm sick of this! I hate kites! I have always hated kites!
Dewey: Dad, don't freak out in front of the other kids.
Hal: No, I'm never gonna get this and I don't want to!
Dewey: You can't just give up.
Hal: I can give up whenever I want to, and I give up!
Dewey: That's it. I'm tired of your attitude. I'm going home.

Hal: The private says, "But, General, I didn't touch your toast!"
Cynthia: [squeaky laugh]
Hal: You know, Cynthia, something's different about you. Did you get a haircut? Very stylish. [doorbell rings]
Lois: Cynthia, did you like Europe?
Cynthia: I did. I forget sometimes that there's a whole world out there that's not full of prurient adolescent boys. There are sophisticated people who treat me nicely and keep their mouths shut.
Malcolm: I get it.