Malcolm: Then a butterfly landed on my wrist and I woke up.
Ms. Gilbert: What color was that butterfly?
Malcolm: It was either blue or purple. Definitely not red or orange. That I can remember.
Ms. Gilbert: Your dream, Malcolm, is so... so tranquil and soothing. This is- This is encouraging.
Malcolm: Yeah?
Ms. Gilbert: Mm-hmm. Yep, you're starting to relax.
Malcolm: I think I might be, too. [to camera] I need to seem cured, but to leave the door open for a relapse when we start ballet next semester.