Boy #1: Th... Th... Th...
Mike: "The." The word's "the." Just like last time. Still "the."
Boy #1: I don't think so.
Mike: Well, I'm pretty sure I'm right. [shares an eye roll with Brick]
Boy #2: This is a hard one.
Mike: Guys, we've been on the same page for 20 minutes. I'll tell you what. Why doesn't Brick read a page to you guys, just to get a little momentum going?
Brick: "And then, as if in a dream, a mysterious specter rose from 'the' darkness. A brilliant light emanating from its golden and splendiferous orb."
Penny: Did he memorize that?
Mike: No, that's just what he does. He's been reading like that since he was 2.
Mrs. Thomas: Brick is really something. He can't remember to throw his lunch away or pull up his pants, but then he has a victory like last week and you almost forget the other things.
Mike: He had a victory? What kind of victory?
Mrs. Thomas: Oh, I thought you knew. He won the school-wide spelling bee. School-wide.
Mike: Hmm.