Cole Sear: We were supposed to draw a picture, anything we wanted. I drew a man who got hurt in the neck by another man with a screwdriver. Malcolm Crowe: You saw that on TV, Cole? Cole Sear: Everyone got upset. They had a meeting. Mom started crying. I don't draw like that any more. Malcolm Crowe: How do you draw now? Cole Sear: Draw... people smiling, dogs running, rainbows. They don't have meetings about rainbows.
Anna Crowe: It's getting cold. Malcolm Crowe: That is one fine frame; one fine frame that is. How much... does a fine frame like that cost, do you think? Anna Crowe: I never told you, but you sound a little like Dr. Seuss when you're drunk.