Lois: Reese, I want you to get this eyesore out of here right now.
Reese: Eyesore? That is a sub-zero box. It's a hell of a lot nicer than anything we've ever thrown out.
Lois: All right, you won't get rid of it, I will. [kicks box] [groans]
Reese: I could've told you those boxes are reinforced. With some curtains and a couple of plants, it was going to look very nice.
Lois: Oh, just shut up and help me get in the house!

Reese: Here's some ice for your back, Mom. There. I also made you some soup 'cause I figured you might get hungry later. You know, really hungry.
Lois: No, I'm okay now, Reese.
Reese: Well, I'm going to go back outside and bang out the dents in my bedroom.
Lois: Reese? You should move your box closer to the garage. You'll be out of the wind that way.
Reese: Thanks.
Lois: Wait a minute. I really appreciate you helping me out. If there's anything you need...
Reese: I'm fine. I found a mattress in the alley and Lloyd's going to let me hang with him tomorrow at his freeway off-ramp.
Lois: Well, I was going to say if you wanted my soup you could have-
Reese: [frantically eats soup] As long as you're not going to eat it, 'cause I can take it or leave it.

Vicki: [quietly] Malcolm, I know this has been really difficult for you. [loudly] It's just a lab experiment, okay? [quietly] Just give it a little more time. Things will get better. [loudly] I don't care if the cobalt crystals aren't dissolving, it's Friday night. [quietly] Just give me another chance.
Malcolm: Forget it, Vicki. It's over.
Vicki: Whatever!

Dewey: Can't I at least go back to bed?
Hal: I'd say yes if I thought you could live with yourself, son. No. We are going to get you your free game. This is the moment of truth and we can stand tall knowing we have the moral high ground. Now lift the fence so I can crawl under.

Hal: Look, son, I know you're angry but if you're really honest with yourself, you'll realize you're not mad at me.
Dewey: It sure feels like I am.
Hal: No, you are mad at the jerk that runs this place. Bet he's at home right now sitting in his barcalounger with a big bowl of popcorn on his lap chuckling at us with the boobs that he-
[Dewey puts his golf club behind the windmill door, trapping Hal inside]
Hal: Hey. What was that? Hey, Dewey, the door's locked. What's going on?
Dewey: I told you I was happy without my free game, but you wouldn't listen.
Hal: Dewey! I'm your father. Let me out!
Dewey: Just because someone's in a position of power, you can't let them intimidate you, right?
Hal: Don't you walk away, Dewey! Hey, you're standing up to me. Good boy! Wait! That's all I wanted. [animal squeaks] Hey, what's this? Raccoons. Dewey! Don't you even care that your father is being eaten by raccoons?! Help!

Reese: Okay, the heating pad's plugged in, here's your aspirin. And let me know if you need anything else. I'm really sorry about your back, Mom.
Lois: Thank you, Reese. I'm still angry with you. But you've really come through for me. Your blankets and new sheets are in the trunk of my car. You can move back in if you want.
Reese: Thanks, Mom. I'd like that.