Dewey: Does this means Reese's a girl now?
Malcolm: No Dewey, he's a lady.
Reese: Shut up.
Malcolm: Yes Ma'am.
Malcolm: I'm a Krelboyne with a brother who's a cheerleader. I could wet my pants in public and it would be a lateral move.
Reese: [Malcolm in helping Reese practice cheerleading] Stick your arms out! We have to sell this!
Malcolm: Can you move your hand a little to the left?
Reese: Spread your legs!
Reese: I said spread your legs
Lois: It's time for the talk, Hal.
Malcolm: I'm not spreading my legs!
Malcolm: [Malcolm has just learned Reese wants to be a cheerleader] Reese, you're a guy. Guy cheerleaders are the lowest of the low. Worse than band. Worse than Krelboynes. The only thing lower is that guy that never takes his hand out of his butt.
Reese: Oh, Chester? He's a cheerleader, too. Does a lot of solo work.
Malcolm: I tried to help him. I gave him advice. I tried reasoning with him. There's only one thing left to do. Sit back and laugh my ass off.