Craig: You kicked him out of the house?
Hal: Oh, please. He kicked himself out of the house, Craig. Look, I've been through this before with Reese and Francis. It never lasts long. When Reese was kicked out, he spent the night on the roof until he got into a fight with a pack of cats.
Craig: So that makes it okay that Malcolm spent the night sleeping on a booze-soaked mattress in some dark alley?
Hal: Craig.
Craig: Oh, my God! He's probably dead by now!
Hal: Malcolm can take care of himself.
Craig: You're right, you're right. He's a genius, which would make him even more attractive to rogue elements in our secret weapons programs. How long before some government scientist picks him up and tries to surgically attach him to some animal?

Reese: This moment has been a long time coming. The fruit of over two hours of planning and labor.

Gretchen: [sings] That's the night that the lights went out In Georgia That's the night that they hung an innocent man Well, don't trust your soul To no backwoods Southern lawyer 'Cause the judge in the town's Got bloodstains on his hands Bloody, bloody hands.