Dr. Fulton: And the whooping. Yeah, that... [laughs] That's a fresh one, even for me. Now he could be whooping for any number of reasons. I mean, it could be the sign of a serious mental illness... or something simple. We just don't know. But my gut is telling me that what we're dealing with here is an attachment disorder.
Frankie: Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. You're elevating his quirk to a disorder now?
Dr. Fulton: No worries, Mom and Dad. We've got a lot of weapons in our arsenal to try and treat this.
Frankie: Drugs? You wanna put him on drugs?
Dr. Fulton: Whoa! [laughs] Easy, Mom. We're not allowed to go there first anymore. No, I think we can start Brick with something as simple as a pet.
Frankie: A pet? Oh, no. He kills pets.
Dr. Fulton: Oh. [writes down]
Frankie: But not on purpose. Mostly accidental. It's neglect, really. And he feels bad. I mean, he doesn't cry. Not like a serial killer. I know they don't cry, either. They don't have any empathy for their victims. Like Brick, but he-
Dr. Fulton: Okay. That's noted.