Malcolm Ever since I can remember, we've always had trouble with baby-sitters.
[flashback]
BSBaby-sitter A
[cooing] Hello! Goochy, goochy, goochy, goo. Goochy, goochy-- [screams as her finger is bitten]
BSBaby-sitter B
I don't know, sweetie; what do you have behind your back? [screams, running from the house]
BSBaby-sitter C
[locked in the closet by Malcolm and Reese] You little losers, I've had enough of this! You open this door right now! Look, I'm a little claustrophobic, okay? Just open the door! Let me out! Come on!
Do you think we're wealthy?! Wealthy people drive fancy cars. They have fresh pasta. Do we do any of those things?! NO! Wealthy people can afford any of their vacations ruined, no big deal. They just pick up and go again. Your father and I worked so hard, so long. What is wrong with you two?! Are you aborigines?! Every time I turn around, I hear someone screaming and fighting. And I pray to God that's someone else's children, but it's not, it's always you! Sane children would appreciate this. Are you even thinking? No, you're always at each other like a couple of rabid monkeys. It is not enough you two do this every day, but you have to make me suffer. Well, help me....
[Comes to the realization that Reese and Malcolm are up to something.]
