Brick: Is this a valid Halloween costume?
Axl: I don't know. What are you supposed to be?
Brick: I'm the ghost of Ernest Hemingway. [whispers] Hemingway.
Axl: [scoffs] What's with the belt?
Brick: The sheet's too long, and Mom won't let me cut it 'cause it's the one we use when Grandma comes. Look, I'm just trying to get through the night.