Anna Crowe: I never told you, but you sound a little like
Dr. Seuss when you're drunk.
Vincent Gray: Do you know why you're afraid when you're
alone? I do. I do.
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: Congratulations.
Cole Sear: Tell me a story about why you're sad. Malcolm
Crowe: Do you think I'm sad? [Cole nods.] What makes you
think that? Cole Sear: Your eyes told me.
Cole Sear: I see dead people. Malcolm Crowe: In your dreams?
[Cole shakes his head no] While you're awake? [Cole nods]
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.
Lynn Sear: Look at my face; I was not thinking anything
bad about you.
