I was thinking... you're nice, but you can't help me.

Malcolm Crowe:

Wanna play a game? It's a mind-reading game. Here's how it works. I read your mind. If what I say is right, you take one step towards the chair. If what I say is wrong, you take one step back... towards the doorway. If you reach the chair, you sit down. If you reach the door, you can go. Wanna play? [Cole nods] Malcolm Crowe:
Okay... When your mother and father were first divorced, your mom went to see a doctor like me, and he didn't help her. So you think I'm not going to be able to help you. [Cole takes a step forward] Malcolm Crowe:
You're worried that she said she told him things - things she couldn't tell anyone else... Secrets. [Cole takes another step forwards] Malcolm Crowe:
You have a secret, but you don't want to tell me. [Cole takes another step forwards] Malcolm Crowe:
[looking at Cole's watch]
Your dad gave you that watch as a present just before he went away. [Cole takes a step back] Cole Sear:
He forgot it in a drawer. Doesn't work. Malcolm Crowe:
You keep pretty quiet in school, but... you're a good student, you've never really been in any serious trouble. [Cole takes another step back] Cole Sear:
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 Crowe:
You saw that on TV, Cole? [Cole steps back again] Cole Sear:
Everyone got upset. They had a meeting. Mom started crying. I don't draw like that anymore. Malcolm Crowe:
How do you draw now? Cole Sear:
I draw... people smiling, dogs running, rainbows. They don't have meetings about rainbows. Malcolm Crowe:
No, I guess they don't. Cole Sear:
What am I thinking now? Malcolm Crowe:
I don't know what you're thinking now. [Cole takes his last step back towards the door] Cole Sear:
I was thinking... you're nice, but you can't help me. [walks away]