The Best Malcolm Bright Quotes

Malcolm: Can I see your class lists, contact numbers?
Sarah: The parents who entrust their daughters with us expect discretion, Mr. Whitly.
Malcolm: Bright. Just Bright.

Malcolm: No one is born broken. Someone breaks us.

Malcolm: What did they even teach you here, anyway?
Ainsley: Proper posture. Table manners. How to demonstrate respect towards others.

Malcolm: Next time you call someone crazy, ask for their gun first.

Malcolm: You're lying!
Sarah: What gives you the right to...
Malcolm: Etiquette. You turned your back on me, a guest. Manners dictate a proper exit. You can show me the door firmly, not dismissively. You'd only risk incivility to hide another break in decorum.
Malcolm: Lying.
Sarah: I'm not lying!
Malcolm: A raised voice. And you used a contraction, you know, you.

Malcolm: Aren't you a little old for dolls?
Rachel: Oh, all of the students get one. Um, Miss Windsor believes they help model behavior. The dolls are silent and perfect. As they should be.

Gil: You were watching the interrogation, what do you think?
Malcolm: He has objectophilia. Or, more specifically, agalmatophilia.
Gil: They got a word for everything.
Malcolm: to inanimate human forms... Sculptures, dolls. He has a psychosexual pathology, but the doll is his outlet. His release. Makes him a bad suspect.
Gil: He's not our guy, is he?

Malcolm: Uh, Miss Windsor, excuse my forwardness, but I'm offering you discretion. The NYPD won't give you that courtesy. They will open every door here and read every file you have. But if you help me now, can make sure that doesn't happen.
Sarah: Mr. Bright, do follow me
Malcolm: Of course.
Sarah: Could you wait here? Guest are not allowed beyond this point

Malcolm: I'm sorry. Uh, places like this just remind me of the people who cut us off after Dad's arrest. Etiquette doesn't mean anything, Ains. All it does is cover up the truth.
Sarah: I beg to differ. Good manners hold society together. Cultivation of civility allowed European cultures to flourish.
Malcolm: Well, that and a healthy dose of colonialism.

Malcolm: [answering his phone, while holding the Penthouse Slasher off the edge of a building ledge] Hey. Kind of busy.
Dr. Martin Whitly: My boy! Oh! It's-it's your father. I have, uh, I have sensational news!
Malcolm: Please say it's cancer.
Dr. Martin Whitly: I'm heading home! Wait, what did you say?
Malcolm: What do you mean, "home"?
Dr. Martin Whitly: Well, well not, not home, home. They're transferring me back to Claremont.
Malcolm: Why?
Dr. Martin Whitly: Well, I did single-handedly prevent Covid from ravaging the most over populated prison on the East Coast. 'Course, contact tracing is a breeze when your patients don't have rights.