Frankie: Hey, errands are no fun for me, either. You don't think I'd rather spend my weekend reading magazines and doing my nails? But stuff's gotta get done, Brick.
Brick: That's fine, but let me stay home.
Frankie: I let you stay home. You practically burned down the house.
Brick: Who keeps a quilt in the oven?
Frankie: Who uses up 500 feet of tinfoil? Yeah, that's right. I found the giant ball.
Brick: I hate coming with you!
Frankie: Well, it's no picnic for me, either. Sometimes I just wanna- [foamy water sprays in through the open windows] Aah! Close the windows!
Brick: It's flooding the car!
Frankie: Give me that sheet of dinner rolls! [both scream then laugh]