Dewey: That's it, I've had it.
Reese: Dewey, shut up.
Dewey: You guys broke all my stuff.
Reese: Look, I've got something good going on here and I don't want you to ruin this.
Dewey: This is all I have left.
Reese: [breaks toy] There, now you've got nothing to worry about. End of discussion.

Francis: Guess who's home?
Piama: What are you doing here?
Francis: I got off early. Hello, I'm Francis, Piama's husband.
Enoch: You're married?
Francis: Didn't think that was worth mentioning?
Piama: Francis, I told you... Hey, I had a life before I met you. [to Enoch] Maybe I haven't been fair to you. I mean, our relationship wasn't all bad. Remember all the tickle fights?
Enoch: Yeah, those were wild. [both laugh]
Piama: I remember, one time we were taking a bath together, and she started squirming so-
Francis: Argh! No, I don't want to hear this.
Piama: C'mon, it's a funny story, Francis, and he loves telling it, don't you, Dad?
Francis: Dad?
Piama: Yep.

Police Officer: So, let me see. You found the gun, didn't tell your father, handled it, hid it inside the house, handled it again to move it, and tried to destroy it with a hacksaw, and at no point did you contact the police until after the gun went off?
Malcolm: Yes.
Police Officer: What did you say your IQ was?

Malcolm: Oh, my God, how can a night that's turned out so badly get even worse?
[Malcolm puts the gun in a vise and then picks up a hacksaw.]
Malcolm: Wait, don't panic. Think for a second. No, this is good, this is sensible.