Malcolm: You keep pretty quiet in school, but... you're a good student, you've never really been in any serious trouble.
Cole: We were supposed to draw a picture. Anything we wanted. I drew a man. He got hurt in the neck by another man with a screwdriver.
Malcolm: You saw that on TV, Cole?
Cole: Everyone got upset. They had a meeting. Mom started crying. I don't draw like that anymore.
Malcolm: How do you draw now?
Cole: I draw... people smiling, dogs running, rainbows. They don't have meetings about rainbows.
Malcolm: No. I guess they don't.