Abe Quote #22
Quote from Abe in Goodbye Kitty
Hal: Stevie is certainly excited about his mother coming home tomorrow.
Abe: Kitty isn't on a business trip. She divorced me two months ago. She's never coming home.
Hal: What?
Abe: Kitty isn't on a business trip. She divorced me two months ago. She's never coming home.
Hal: What?
Abe: Kitty isn't on a business trip...
Hal: No, it's not that kind of "what." Stevie thinks she's coming back tomorrow.
Abe: I know I should have told him, but every time I'd look in his face... You know me, Hal. I've always had a hard time being... you know... direct. That was one of my problems with Kitty. That, and the utterly mechanical nature of our sex life.
Malcolm in the Middle Quotes
‘Goodbye Kitty’ Quotes
Quote from Dewey
Dewey: Mom, I have a proposal for you. Now, before you start poking holes in it, I'd like you to hear me out. All I want is no more school and no more big boy clothes. I'd liked to be bathed and rocked before I go to sleep and have all my food mashed up. In return, I'll be adorable and...
Lois: Are you wearing a diaper?
Dewey: I want you to know my level of commitment. [clenches face]
Lois: [o.s.] Oh, my God!
Quote from Hal
Lois: Malcolm, Reese, get a move on! What on earth are you doing?
Malcolm: I have to practice being in a wheelchair.
Lois: Oh...
Hal: I suppose that makes sense. You never know. All it takes is one horrible accident, and you end up in one of those for the rest of your life.
Malcolm: It's just for basketball.
Hal: That's the spirit.
Quote from Stevie
Abe: Hello, boys.
Malcolm: Mr. Kenarban, don't you think it's ethically suspect for someone to participate in wheelchair basketball if they're not actually handicapped?
Stevie: Even if... his best friend... needs to win... for his mother?
Abe: [chuckles] Son, after being gone two months, your mom will be happy as a duck just to see you.
Malcolm: I know she's been gone a long time, Stevie, but it just doesn't feel right to me.
Stevie: I've always... been there... for you.
Malcolm: Please don't do this to me.
Stevie: Seventh grade... first dance... open fly.
Malcolm: All right, fine. But I'm sick and tired of you throwing that in my face all the time.
Stevie: Save it... for the game.