Frankie: [v.o.] So Brick was on his way to Chicago, and I had made my peace with it.
Frankie: Okay. So you don't have any books on you? None at all?
Brick: No.
Frankie: Eyes on your surroundings at all times. No reading, not even street signs. And I really shouldn't have to say this, but please don't put anything in your mouth that isn't food. No exceptions.
Brick: Mom, I'll be fine. Oh, wait.
[Brick removes a long string of cotton from his mouth and places it in Frankie's hand]