Lloyd Quote #13
Quote from Lloyd in Krelboyne Girl
Lloyd: Hey, check out the new kid.
Stevie: Fresh... meat.
Dabney: You no longer have to live in fear.
Malcolm: What are you talking about?
Dabney: The hazing we put you through is over.
Malcolm: What hazing?
Lloyd: Oh, come on. When we gave you the warped lunch tray? When we dulled the points on your pencils? When you sneezed and no one said "Bless you"?
Dabney: I still feel bad about that.
Lloyd: Now she's taking your place as the whipping boy.
Malcolm in the Middle Quotes
‘Krelboyne Girl’ Quotes
Quote from Lois
Malcolm: Mom, what are you doing?
Lois: For crying out loud, Malcolm, why am I paying for underpants that you're not wearing?
Malcolm: Mom.
Lois: Why are you not wearing your underpants?
Malcolm: I want to wear boxers.
Lois: Oh, really? Well, you may think you suddenly need all the extra room, but let me tell you, my dear, you are getting way ahead of yourself.
Malcolm: [to camera] Just once, I'd like a childhood memory I don't have to repress.
Quote from Lois
Lois: Okay, where's Domingo? [Dewey is silent] Come on, I can smell him. Honey, do you think I just took Domingo away from you because I'm mean?
Dewey: Absolutely.
Lois: Dewey, the reason I had to take your teddy bear away is because he's very dirty. He's covered with germs and he could make you very sick.
Dewey: He wouldn't do that. He loves me.
Lois: It's the germs, sweetie. There are tiny bugs carrying disease, and Domingo is covered with them. Now, when you touch him, they get on your hands, and what do you suppose happens if you touch your eyes? Well, I'll tell you what happens. The germs get in there and they infect them, and you get very sick and eventually your optic nerve rots away and your eyes fall out. Now, if you want to keep Domingo, you can. But if you want to keep your eyes, you'll give Domingo to me. [Dewey hands over the bear] You made the smart choice, sweetie. [kisses Dewey's forehead] Sleep tight.
Quote from Malcolm
Cynthia: Malcolm, what are you doing?
Malcolm: Look, Cynthia, believe me, I'm trying to kiss you, and I think if you just give me a minute to clear my head, I'll be able to kiss you, okay?
Cynthia: Excuse me?!
Malcolm: Francis said she'd do this.
Cynthia: And who, exactly, is Francis?
Malcolm: It's not what you think. He's my brother.
Cynthia: You were going to kiss me, and you're thinking about your brother?
Malcolm: No, I was thinking about my mom. No, I mean, I was thinking about your bra. I mean... I was thinking about what's in your bra. Uh... I mean, what will be in your bra. Oh, can I start over?
[After Cynthia pokes Malcolm with her fingers, knocking him down, she kicks him and walks out]
Malcolm: [groans] I wonder if I can convince anyone this is a hickey.