Reese: Hey, man, you don't look so good. You want to try some of these experimental drugs?
Malcolm: What's all this stuff?
Reese: I'm supposed to chart my progress in these journals. You know, blackouts, hallucinations, routine stuff.
Malcolm: You're lactating?
Reese: Not all the time. Usually, it just comes out in little sticky bubbles. Hey, would you fill out a few of these for me? My hand isn't writing down what I tell it to anymore. I have to go shave my feet again.