Frankie: Okay, here's what I'm thinking... a cupcake for breakfast, Twinkies for lunch, and we sneak some M&M's into his hamburger meat at dinner.
Mike: He's not a dog, Frankie.
Brick: Hi, Mom. Hi, Dad. How was work today, Dad?
Mike: Uh... fine.
Brick: Would you like to hear about my day? It was great. I played some four square with some kids at recess, and then we shot some hoops after school. Anyways, I'm gonna go pick up my room now. If you guys wanna do anything later, let me know. [moves his backpack] Wouldn't want to leave this out where someone could trip on it.
Frankie: That kid has a year and a half of candy coursing through his veins.
Mike: He's more sugar than boy.
Frankie: But it's made him... normal. I'm telling you, we have stumbled onto something here. It's like "Lorenzo's oil." People should know about this.
Mike: Frankie, nobody ever needs to know about this.