Frankie: So... How was your afternoon with the aunts, Brick?
Brick: Delightful.
[flashback to a bored Brick staring at the TV in a smoke-filled room with Aunt Edie and Aunt Ginny as they watch a Spanish-language soap opera]
Brick: It was horrible! Why can't I stay home alone? I just turned 9! 9, Mom! I'm growing up. I've raked the leaves, and I've almost got that shoe-tying thing down.
Frankie: I'm sorry, Brick. You're not old enough. If it makes you feel any better, I didn't let Axl and Sue stay home at your age, either.
Brick: I'm smarter than them, and you know it.