Brick: Nope. Nope. Uh... Nope.
Mike: Damn it, Brick, you said you knew what she wanted.
Brick: Well, yes, at one point I did. But a lot of information's come into my head since then. If this helps you, I think it was something... "2000."
Mike: Everything in here is something "2000." Come on, Brick, focus. Keyboard? Uh, radio flashlight? Radio thermometer? Radio leg shaver? Radio beer cooler? Wait a minute. How much is that? Remember that for Father's Day.
Brick: Hmm. Now I'm questioning Brickstone.