Mike: What's going on, Brick? I thought you were gonna sleep in your bed.
Brick: Oh, hey. Actually, I was asleep in bed, and then I woke up and started to worry about the Asian stock market. It opens early, you know.
Frankie: Of course.
Brick: Well, I started to feel a little anxious, so, taking Dr. Fulton's advice, I came out here to do some jumping jacks, and while I got the jumping part right, when it came to the jacks, my coordination was a little off, and I bumped into the fireplace, and Mom's royal baby goblet fell and broke.
Mike: That's okay.
Brick: I wanted to fix it, so I Googled "Gluing a broken goblet," and it took me to this interesting web page about Buddhism. It said a person should imagine the things they love broken and destroyed because in the future, everything ends up that way anyway.
Brick: So, I imagined the house burned down and you and Sue and Axl all dead and all my books gone and I had no one left in the world, and it started to make me feel better.
Frankie: It did?
Brick: Yeah. Suddenly, things made sense. It's like this Buddhist guy says. "You see this goblet? For me, it is already broken. I enjoy it. I drink out of it. But when I put this glass on the shelf and the wind knocks it over and it shatters, I say, 'Of course.' When I understand that the glass is already broken, every moment with it is precious." So I've decided, from now on, I want to spend every moment I can with the things I cherish most. [Frankie holds her hands out for a hug] So, I'll be in my room with my books. Try not to bother me.