Cole Sear: Are you a good doctor? Malcolm Crowe: Well... I used to be. I won an award once. From the Mayor. It had an expensive frame. Cole Sear: I'm gonna see you again, right? Malcolm Crowe: If that's okay with you.
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.
