Frankie: Okay, Brick. You can do this. Just close your eyes, smell that $20, and before you know it, we'll be across the bridge.
Brick: Okay, but you may want to roll down your window. It'll be a lot easier now than when we're underwater.
[As Mike drives forward, Brick closes his eyes and starts to hyperventilate.]
Sue: Stop!
Mike: Frankie, he's gonna have to do it sometime.
Frankie: I know, but look at him. Look how nervous he is. There's more relaxed people in electric chairs.
Mike: He'll be fine. My dad would've thrown me in the car, floored it, and never looked back. [the car starts crawling forward]
Frankie: Oh, yeah, right, and you had the best relationship with your dad. The man nicknamed his belt "The Enforcer."
Mike: He never actually used it. It was the threat of it that kept us in line.
Frankie: Is that the kind of parent that you want to be? You know, this is just like Sue and the binky. You ripped it out of her mouth and threw it in the trash!
Mike: And then you got her another one. [the car crosses onto the bridge]
Sue: I did not buy another one! I pulled it out of the trash and gave it back to her!
Mike: Whatever. The point is, she sucked on it till she was 6, and now she's in braces.
Frankie: Oh, okay, so now it's all my fault. I'm sorry that I'm a mother that likes to comfort her children!
Mike: Uh, I think the word you're looking for is "coddle."
Frankie: Okay, you know what? Why don't we- Wait. Mike, we crossed the bridge!
Mike: We did?
Frankie: We did it! Brick, you made it!
[When Mike and Frankie look back, the seat is empty except for the $20. Brick waves to them from the other side of the bridge.]
Brick: Sorry! Couldn't do it!
Mike: Well, what do you think? Should we have kids?
Frankie: Probably not. I don't think we'd be very good at it.