[Brick grabs a tape measure and starts measuring Axl's bed]
Axl: Uh... Brick?
Brick: [tape measure recoils] Yeah?
Axl: Did you hear what I said? I'm going to Denver.
Brick: I heard. Do you know if this is a load-bearing wall?
Sue: Brick!
Brick: Sorry. Do you know how long it is before you have to go?
Axl: About a month. [Sue gasps]
Brick: That's barely any time!
Sue: I know!
Brick: I mean, in that time, I bet you wouldn't even miss your bed if we just moved it down to the basement.
Axl: What?
Brick: I might want to turn this whole area into a reading lounge, and it seems impractical not to move the heavy stuff while we still have the manpower.

Sue: Axl. Just Just promise me that before you go, we'll have a moment. You know, like a real brother/sister moment.
Axl: Isn't that what we're doing right now?
Brick: Whatever you're doing, can you move a scosh to the right?
Axl: Brick, do you not get it?! I'm leaving! Like, moving out of the state!
Brick: I know.
Axl: And you're just worried about moving the bed? The... Oh, my God.
Sue: [sobs] Ugh!
Axl: The bed I slept next to you in for your whole life? This is our room, Brick. We shared secrets and stories and... Sue! Stop crying so loud so I can hear Brick!

Brick: [o.s.] Uh-oh.
Sue: Brick?
Axl: What the hell? What the...
Brick: I've had my eye on this bookcase in the back room of the library for years. I never had space for it, but now I do. In my zeal to bring it home, it's possible I may have misjudged the size.
Axl: Dude, I still need to get in here! Oh, my God. Ugh! [groans] How did you do this?!
Brick: I don't want much, but when I do, I really want it.

Frankie: You know, when you're moving, some boxes are better than others. You want your dry goods... cereals. Oh, your toilet-paper boxes are the belle of the box ball. You see one of those, you snag 'em fast.
Axl: You guys, I told you, I don't have that much stuff. I could just use trash bags.
Frankie: No way. We're sending our boy off in style.
Mike: That's why we're in an alley behind the Frugal Hoosier trolling for boxes.
Randy: This is the only one I could find back there.
Frankie: Unh-unh, Randy. I am not buyin' it. I think you're holding out on me. Now, I didn't want to have to use my pull, but we are members of your Frugal Hoosier Miser's Club.
Mike: Mere points from achieving Tightwad status.
Frankie: Yeah. You got kids? Would you want to send your son off to a prestigious new job with all his stuff in a cruddy little onion box?
Randy: Actually, I thought I'd send my kid off with luggage.
Frankie: Hey, Randy, check the 'tude. Now, I don't know if you're saving 'em for sledding or building a fort for your kids, but I know you got a secret stash. So why don't you march yourself back to wherever you're hiding it and bring mama the good stuff? [Randy sighs] Axl, go watch him. We don't have a lot of time. We still need to get to Bed Bath and Between. New job, new sheets. Gonna send our boy off right!

Axl: Sue. Can I, uh, talk to you a minute?
Sue: Yeeees?
Axl: [sighs] You know, obviously, I'm leaving in a couple of days, and I won't be seeing you guys for a while...
Sue: Uh-huh.
Axl: ...which is kind of a big deal.
Sue: Uh-huh.
Axl: So... [sighs] Why do you think Brick isn't gonna miss me?
Sue: W... I don't know, Axl. I'm not really focused on Brick right now. Kinda more focused on you.
Axl: Which you should be. So why isn't Brick?
Sue: Axl, I'm pretty devastated that you're leaving, so...
Axl: Which is the right response, so what do you think is up with Brick?
Sue: Pbht.
Axl: So, are you gonna ask him, or...

Frankie: [v.o.] With one day to go and the house in chaos, it seemed the bookcase was the only thing that wasn't moving.
Mike: Damn it!
Frankie: Any luck?
Mike: The answer to that question will forever be "no." I don't know how the hell he did it, but he really wedged this in there. I may have to take off the doorjamb.
Frankie: No, you can't! It has all the markings of the kids' heights as they grew. That has to stay here forever, especially now when we're all feeling so sentimental.

Brick: [whistles] Excuse me. Pardon me.
[Brick starts putting books on the bookcase that's trapped in the door]
Brick: Look, it's not ideal, but it's not un-ideal. I say we embrace it and call it a happy accident.
Frankie: That's true. We embraced you.
Brick: Wait, what?
Frankie: Nothing. Enjoy your library.

Mike: We're driving him there. We're all gonna drive him there.
Sue: Oh!
Brick: Uh, nobody talked to me about that. I can't just pick up and go at a moment's notice.
Mike: Do you got plans?
Brick: I got books. That's better than plans.

Frankie: It's gonna be fun, Brick. We're all going together as a family to kick your brother out of the nest.
Brick: I don't know what this infatuation is you have with family car trips. Nobody's happy on them. We like them only in retrospect.
Mike: Well, that's true about anything with family. But... we do it anyway.
Brick: Fine. But I need some assurance that I won't have to sit in the middle.
Axl: Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. You gotta sit in the middle, Brick. That's your spot.
Brick: Not anymore. My feet are on the hump, you two fight and pass food across me, and I'm sorry, but a busted seatbelt tied in a bow is not safe. I officially call the window seat.
Axl: You can't call it.
Brick: And yet I just did.

Sue: Yes! Axl has to sit in the middle. I've been putting together a scrapbook I want to show him, and this way it can rest on both our laps. It's long. You'll like it.