Brick: Isn't this great? It fits everything... my books, my gym clothes, some candy from last night's dinner, a hairdryer in case someone gives me a swirly. [sighs] So, what do you think, Mom? Did I nail it? [Brick seals his guitar case]
Frankie: Yeah, it's fine.
Brick: Yep. It's the perfect bag for me.
[As Brick tries to lift the guitar case off the table, it falls to the floor. Brick instead drags it behind him.]