Malcolm: [to camera] This is The Crystal Ship. It's our high school literary magazine. Nobody reads it because it's written by high school kids trying to be deep. And the editor is just some guy who wants to pad his college application. This month, it's me.
Stevie: Did you get... "The Mysterious... Forest"?
Malcolm: Yes, Stevie. I got your drawing.
Stevie: Is it... in?
Malcolm: Yes. I told you. Nothing gets rejected. It doesn't matter how self-indulgent or boring or childish or stupid or painful it is. If it can be stapled, it's in. And why do you care? Our advisor doesn't even care.