Morgan: Is that a chicken?
Frankie: Oh, sorry. That's Brick's chick. It's running around the house somewhere. We can't find it.
Brick: He's right here. I found him this morning.
Mike: Brick, get that thing off the table. Come on.
Brick: Look, he imprinted on me. He follows me everywhere. Come on. [Frankie laughs] See?