Mike: You make a nice sandwich. Now I know why that kid keeps taking it from you. Mmm! Man, this is good. You want it back?
Brick: Yes.
Mike: Then take it from me.
Brick: I don't want to.
Mike: Come on. I just stole your sandwich. What are you gonna do about it? You gonna get tough or not? Huh? Huh?
Brick: Stop telling me to get tough! People either are, or they're not, and I'm not, so leave me alone! Just back off and let me be!
Mike: Spoken like a true Heck man.
Brick: What?!
Mike: You did it, Brick. You finally stood up for yourself. This is what I've been wanting you to do all along. Didn't that feel good?
Brick: It kind of did.
Mike: You're darn right it did.
Brick: As a matter of fact... It felt great.
Mike: Now I want you to remember that feeling and take it with you through your life. I'm proud of you, son.
Brick: Dad, that's my sandwich.
Mike: Attaboy.