Mike: Frankie, do you have any idea how smart this kid is? He's light-years ahead of the other kids. They're idiots next to him. Tell her, Brick. Tell her how stupid they are.
Brick: They're pretty stupid.
Frankie: Mike.
Mike: Sorry, I'm excited. Did you know our boy won the school-wide spelling bee?
Frankie: Brick, that's great. Why didn't you say anything? Did they give you a certificate or something? [Mike mimics fanfare]
Brick: It was no big deal.
Mike: You hear this kid? No big deal? He beat fifth graders. He qualified for the Orson County Bee at the Elks this Saturday. And if he wins that, Midwest Regionals in Chicago next week. [Frankie gasps] And if he wins that, the Scripps Spelling Bee in Washington, D.C. We got a champ here. Heck! Heck! Heck! [mimics crowd cheer]
Brick: Yeah, I don't think I'm gonna do it.
Frankie: What? Why not?
Brick: Well, it's Saturday. Saturday's my day to decompress.
Mike: Look, Brick, the overlap between things you're good at and things people give out trophies for is pretty small. You gotta do this, son. You have a gift.