Frankie: Hey, Brick. How was school?
Brick: Okay.
Frankie: Did Ms. Rinsky happen to move your desk back?
Brick: Are you worried about me?
Frankie: Well, I'm a mom. All moms worry about their kids.
Brick: Ms. Rinsky said my "mommy" came to see her and you were worried about me.
Frankie: Okay, we had a deal. She was not supposed to say anything to you.
Brick: Oh, my gosh. If you're worried, maybe I should be worried.
Frankie: No. Brick.
Brick: Should I be worried? Is there something wrong with me?
Frankie: [v.o.] Ow, ow, ow!
Brick: I guess this year just seems harder than usual. You know, the new backpack and everything. My old backpack always had my back. It's hard to go through it all alone.
Frankie: [v.o.] [groans] I ruined Brick. I took my happiest kid and made him miserable. I had to get that backpack back.