Malcolm: Okay, what the hell was that milk thing on the playground?
Reese: I don't know. I had to do something.
Malcolm: So you poured milk on yourself? Why didn't you just pound that kid?
Reese: Because I'm sick of doing that. I'm sick of beating up little kids. It's creepy.
Malcolm: But that's you. That's what you do.
Reese: Not anymore. That was the old me. The thing I did at school today was me destroying the old Reese.
Malcolm: So, drenching yourself with chocolate milk was like a baptism?
Reese: No, idiot. I was washing away the old me and starting over.