Brick: Oh, you should've seen your face when the water came in the windows.
Frankie: What about you? You were sneezing suds. [both laugh] Oh, Brick. I'm sorry for what I said. Sometimes moms scream things they don't mean.
Brick: I'm sorry, too.
Frankie: It's just hard, you know. You're my youngest, my last one. I guess maybe the reason I'm not ready for you to stay alone - besides the fire thing - is because I'm gonna miss hanging out with you.
Brick: Me, too. But we'll still see each other around the house.
Frankie: Hey. I'll tell you what. When you can tie your shoe, I'll let you stay home alone.
Brick: Deal. We'll revisit this in ten minutes.
Frankie: [v.o.] It was more like ten months, but who's counting?