Frankie: So, Brick, listen, I've looked all over, but I can't seem to find your stuff, so I'm just gonna be honest with you. I think your dad threw it out. [off Brick's look] Okay, look, I'm sorry. I really am. I don't know. Maybe it's 'cause you're the third kid, or our house isn't big enough, or I'm just a sucky parent, but I don't have your stuff.
Brick: You don't have Axl or Sue's stuff either?
Frankie: We're talking about you now. But the point is, stuff doesn't matter. What's important is the feeling I had when you gave it to me. I'll never lose that.
Brick: I see. So it's all gone. Nothing of mine made an impression. Interesting. Because I distinctly remember a ceramic sponge caddy that said "I hate housework." I'm sorry. Do you like housework? Because I think that would be something you would keep.