Frankie: It's the meeting where they do all the sign-ups... For the end-of-the-year volunteering, and every year, I get screwed with a crappy job, but not this year. This year, I'm getting paper goods if it kills me. Shop and dump, baby. Shop and dump.
Brick: Hey, Mom? I'm gonna turn in for the night, so you want to settle up?
Frankie: Oh. Okay. All right. [hands Brick three candy cigarettes]
Brick: Oh. That's the stuff. See you in the morning.