Cole Sear: You know the accident up there?
Lynn Sear: Yeah.
Some magic's real.Cole Sear
Look at my face; I was not thinking anything bad about you.Lynn Sear
Malcolm Crowe: Do you ever talk to your mom about how things are with Tommy?
Cole Sear: I don't tell her things.
Malcolm Crowe: Why not?
Cole Sear: Because she doesn't look at me like everybody else, and I don't want her to. I don't want her to know.
Malcolm Crowe: Know what?
Cole Sear: That I'm a freak.
Malcolm Crowe: Hey... you are not a freak. Okay? Don't you believe anybody that tries to convince you of that. That's bullshit! You don't have to go through your life believing that. Okay?
Cole Sear: You said the "s" word.
Malcolm Crowe: Yeah... I know. Sorry.
Cole Sear: I walk this way to school with Tommy Tammisimo.
Malcolm Crowe: He your best buddy?
Cole Sear: He hates me.
Malcolm Crowe: Do you hate him?
Cole Sear: No.
Malcolm Crowe: Did your mom set that up?
Cole Sear: Yes.
Cole Sear: She came a long way to visit me, didn't she?
Malcolm Crowe: I guess she did.
Cole Sear: She wanted me to tell you...
Lynn Sear: Cole, please stop...
Cole Sear: She wanted me to tell you she saw you dance. She said, when you were little, you and her had a fight, right before your dance recital. You thought she didn't come see you dance. She did. She hid in the back so you wouldn't see. She said you were like an angel. She said you came to the place where they buried her. Asked her a question? She said the answer is... "Every day." What did you ask?
Lynn Sear: Do... Do I make her proud?
They see only what they want to see.Cole Sear
Malcolm Crowe: In your dreams?
Cole Sear: [shakes head no]
Malcolm Crowe: While you're awake?
Cole Sear: [nods]
Malcolm Crowe: Dead people like, in graves? In coffins?
Cole Sear: Walking around like regular people. They don't see each other. They only see what they want to see. They don't know they're dead.
Malcolm Crowe: How often do you see them?
Cole Sear: All the time. They're everywhere.
I see dead people.Cole Sear
Malcolm Crowe: Once upon a time there was this person named Malcolm. He worked with children. He loved it. He loved it more than anything else. And then one night, he found out that he made a mistake with one of them. He couldn't help that one. And he can't stop thinking about it, he can't forget. Ever since then, things have been different. He's not the same person that he used to be. And his wife doesn't like the person that he's become. They barely speak anymore, they're like strangers. And then one day Malcolm meets this wonderful little boy, a really cool little boy. Reminds him a lot of the other one. And Malcolm decides to try and help this new boy. 'Cause he feels that if he can help this new boy, it would be like helping that other one too.
Cole Sear: How does the story end?
Malcolm Crowe: I don't know.
Cole Sear: Tell me the story about why you're sad.
Malcolm Crowe: You think I'm sad?
Cole Sear: [nods]
Malcolm Crowe: What makes you think that?
Cole Sear: Your eyes told me.