Malcolm: That's not good. Cougars just don't blow up.
Reese: As near as I can figure, I did it with my mind.
Malcolm: Reese, that's insane.
Reese: I wouldn't talk to me like that if I were you.
Hal: Okay, there must be some explanation. Okay, it could have been caused by a blasting cap left by a miner, although the explosion was much too big. Perhaps the cougar ate some dynamite. Oh, that's ridiculous. Or maybe- Maybe it's just a mirage, although a mirage usually doesn't end up all over your shoes. Which leads me back to the Reese thing.
Reese: I accept your apology.