Reese: Grandma, Malcolm doesn't want to play anymore. So I guess I win by forfeit.
Ida: What?! You cannot become a man by forfeit. You must go through all the trials. You must win every one.
Reese: But they're your rules. Can't you just change them?
Ida: These are not my rules. These are the ways of our people. The ways cannot die.
Malcolm: Yes, they can. They should. They should be murdered and mashed up and dumped down a salt mine along with nuclear waste and left there to fester and rot in a toxic pool of its own filth!
Ida: Your pretty words don't hide your fear.
Malcolm: What?!
Ida: You are afraid of the next trial because it is a test of intelligence. You are afraid to find out who is really the smart one in the family. He goes around with his nose in a book, sucking in facts. He doesn't have what we have. You and I have street smarts.
Malcolm: Oh, here we go. Every moron who's willing to act like a criminal is loaded with street smarts. Well, let me tell you something, Grandma, you're either smart or you're not. Saying you have street smarts just means you're willing to do things that smart, sensitive people are too decent to do. That's not a sign of intelligence. [Ida is silent] It's not. It's not!