Hal: What's this? The food's all green.
Lois: I added a little food coloring. It's artistic. I'm being artistic.
Reese: Mom's right. I always thought art was just stupid paintings of old dead guys in drag, but I was wrong. Art can be doing something, or even undoing something. Like when I blew up the Muller's mailbox, that was art, and I didn't even know it.
Hal: Green eggs and toast. I do not like green eggs and toast.

Reese: Help me get this grate off. I'm gonna ditch out when we slow down for a turn. I am not going to Burning Man with Mom and Dad.
Malcolm: Reese, we're in the middle of the desert.
Reese: I know what you're thinking. The road runners are too smart to catch and eat. But the coyotes are idiots.

Lois: I still can't believe Mr. Barnes let you borrow his fancy RV. This is so classy. This is like Buckingham Palace on wheels.
Hal: He ripped one on the elevator just before the CEO got on, and I took the blame for it. That's the way things work in the corporate world.
Lois: You're unselfish, and it paid off.