Sue: What do you think, Brick? I made the "b" myself.
Brick: Great, great... Though it looks like rain... Much like the day I was born.
Sue: [gasps] Uh... Yeah. Oh, God. I totally forgot to wrap your present. I gotta go.
Brick: All right, Sue. What's going on? [Sue gasps] What's the deep, dark secret everyone's hiding?
Sue: Nothing.
Brick: I know what it is. I was adopted, wasn't I? That'd explain a lot.
Sue: You're not adopted, Brick.
Brick: Then why is your lip sweating?
Sue: Because... I was afraid I'd ruin your surprise. Might as well tell you now. I wrote down the whole story of the day you were born. That's the gift I had to wrap.
Brick: Really?
Sue: Yeah. You can read it if you want now. It's in my closet. In the back behind the hula-hoop. Do you see it?
[Sue closes her closet door and ties the handles together]
Brick: [o.s.] Hey!