Brick: I am not coming to the wedding. I will not be having the beef or the fish.
Frankie: You're coming, and it's hilarious you think there's a choice of food. It's gonna be pinwheels from the Frugal Hoosier.
Brick: But there's gonna be a bookmobile. I don't think you get this. I'll be moving with books.
Mike: Sorry, Brick, your weird Uncle's getting married, and you gotta be there. That's the last word.
Brick: Fine, then this will be my last word, because I'm never speaking to either of you ever again. Farewell. Actually, that's not a very good last word. "Farewell" has been a lot of people's last word, but it will not be mine. I'm gonna go think of a more haunting last word and then say it to you. Until then, good day... Which is not my last word.