Brick: Axl, give your baby a bottle.
Axl: Uh... That's not the bottle cry. Little Brick must've pooped himself.
Brick: Stop calling him that.
Axl: What? You're his favorite uncle. It's an honor to have him named after you.
Brick: I can't take it anymore. I have a fire drill tomorrow. If I'm gonna keep my hands to myself and line up in an orderly fashion, I need my sleep.