Stevie: And still... he has... nothing!
Malcolm: Alright. You know what? That's it! I'm writing about you doing a movie.
Stevie: But my movie's... about your paper.
Malcolm: Yeah. I'm doing my paper about your movie about me doing my paper!
Stevie: Fine! My movie's... about you doing... your paper... about me doing... my...
Malcolm: Alright, I get it!
Stevie: ... movie... about you...

Lois: Oh, with the boys asleep this house is so quiet!
Hal: Mm-hm.
Lois: Such a nice idea to build a fire.
Hal: Yeah. Hey, I didn't build a fire. I thought you built a fire.
[After Hal and Lois extinguish the fire, they comb through the charred evidence on the kitchen table as the boys stand behind them:]
Hal: Well, looks like Reese got a D in English. And Dewey seems to be fighting again.
Dewey: Biting.
Lois: Oh, Malcolm, tell your teacher I'd love to chaperone the class overnight. We can share a tent.

Malcolm: I can't believe Mr. Herkabe allowed you to do a video project instead of a paper!
Stevie: You could have... asked!
Malcolm: I don't have parents rich enough to buy me a videocamera.
Stevie: Rich... and compensating.
Malcolm: I don't know even what I'm going to write about. I mean, what's your movie gonna be about?
Stevie: The creative... process. You writing... your paper.
Malcolm: Is that on?! Turn it off! I don't have an idea. You're going to make me look like an idiot. I'm serious!
Stevie: This is... great! Now knock... me over!