M. Night Shamalamadingdong's first hit! A creepy classic (I see dead people... ;)
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Malcolm: That is one fine frame. One fine frame, that is. How much does a fine frame like that cost, do you think?
Anna: I never told you, but you sound a little like Dr. Seuss when you're drunk.
Malcolm: Anna, I'm serious. Serious, I am, I am.
Anna: I'd say at least a couple hundred.
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Malcolm: This is 47 Locust Street. You've broken a window and entered a private residence.
Mental Patient: You don't know so many things.
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Mental Patient: Do you know why you're afraid when you're alone? I do. I do.
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Malcolm: What were you talking about with you soldier when I came in? De...
Cole: De Profuntus Clemo et te Domine. It's called Latin.
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Cole's Mom: Alright, you know what I did today? I won the Pennsylvania Lottery in the morning. I quit my jobs, and I ate a big picnic in the park with lots of chocolate mousse pie. And I swam in the fountain all afternoon. What did you do?
Cole: I was picked first for kickball teams at recess. I hit a grand slam to win the game. Everybody lifted me on their shoulders and carried me around cheering.
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Cole: What am I thinking now?
Malcolm: I don't know what you're thinking now.
Cole: I was thinking - you're nice, but you can't help me.
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Malcolm: Do you ever talk to your mom about how things are with Tommy?
Cole: I don't tell her things.
Malcolm: Why not?
Cole: Because you doesn't look at me like everybody else, and I don't want her to. I don't want her to know.
Malcolm: Know what?
Cole: That I'm a freak.
Malcolm: Hey. You are not a freak, okay? Don't you believe anyone that tries to convince you of that. That's bullshit. You don't have to go through your life believing that, okay? Come on.
Cole: You said the "s" word.
Malcolm: I know. Sorry.
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Cole: Tell me a story about why you're sad.
Malcolm: You think I'm sad? What makes you think that?
Cole: Your eyes told me.
Malcolm: I'm not supposed to talk about that stuff. [pause] Once upon a time there was this person named Malcolm, and he worked with children. He loved it. He loved it more than anything else. And then one night he found out 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. This really cool little boy who reminds him a lot of the other one. And Malcolm decides to try and help this new boy. Because he feels that if he can help this new boy, it would be like helping that other one, too.
Cole: How's the story end?
Malcolm: I don't know.
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Cole: I want to tell you my secret now.
Malcolm: Okay.
Cole: I see dead people.
Malcolm: In your dreams? While you're awake? Dead people, like in graves? In coffins?
Cole: 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: How often do you see them?
Cole: All the time.
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Cole: Did you think the play sucked big time?
Malcolm: What?
Cole: Tommy Tomosimo acted in a cough syrup commercial. He said everyone was self-conscious and unrealistic. He said the play sucked big time.
Malcolm: This Tommy kid sounds like a real punk. I thought the play was excellent. Better than "Cats".
Cole: Cats?
Malcolm: Nevermind.
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Cole: Be real still. Sometimes you feel it inside, like you're falling down real fast, but you're really just standing still. Do you ever feel the prickly things on the back of your neck?
Malcolm: Yes.
Cole: And the tiny hairs on your arm, you know when they stand up?
Malcolm: Yes.
Cole: That's them.
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Cole's Mom: God, I am so tired, Cole. I'm tired in my body. I'm tired in my mind. I'm tired in my heart. I need some help. You know, I don't know if you noticed, but our little family isn't doing so good. I've been praying, but I must not be praying right. Looks like we're just gonna have to answer each other's prayers. If we can't talk to each other, we're not gonna make it.
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Anna: I think this piece communicates a longing. I imagine that the woman who owned it loved a man that she couldn't be with.
Customer: Did he have wavy hair and chestnut eyes?
Anna: Um, I don't know, but a lot of the pieces in this store communicate. And I think you should choose a piece that speaks to you. I think maybe when people own things, and then they pass away, a part of themselves gets printed on those things, like...like fingerprints.
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Cole: You believe me, right? Dr. Crowe, you believe my secret, right?
Malcolm: I don't know how to answer that, Cole.
Cole: How can you help me if you don't believe me? Some magic's real.
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Cole: Grandma comes to visit me sometimes.
Cole's Mom: Cole, that's very wrong. Grandma's gone, you know that.
Cole: I know. She wanted me to tell you -
Cole's Mom: Cole, please stop.
Cole: 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 to 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 "Everyday." What did you ask?
Cole's Mom: Do I make her proud.
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Malcolm: I think I can go now. Just needed to do a couple things. I needed to help someone. I think I did. And I needed to tell you something. You were never second, ever. I love you. You sleep now. Everything will be different in the morning.
Anna: Good night, Malcolm.
Malcolm: Good night, sweetheart.
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