Brick: We're eating at the table?
Sue: Oh, no. Dad's dying.
Frankie: Nobody's dying. We're just eating the stuff out of the fridge before it goes bad. Dad grilled the crap out of everything but I would still give it the sniff test before you put it in your mouth.
Mike: Now listen, your mom and I met with this financial advisor today. And he says we're doing pretty good. We just gotta manage our money a little better, which means that until the quarry reopens, we just gotta find ways to cut back.
Axl: I vote we let Brick go. He's the weakest link. I say we leave him in the woods and walk away.
Frankie: Great suggestion. But how about we buy less takeout food and I cook more?
Brick: I'll take my chances in the woods.