Axl: Wait. Why were you even near Dad's lawn mower?
Brick: [sighs] I was gonna impress Cindy by driving it past her house.
Axl: Pbht. Okay. There's a lot of issues to deal with in that statement, but first let's deal with the lawn mower, then we'll circle back to your lack of game. Go on.
Brick: Well, the lawn mower wouldn't start, so I opened the lid thing, smacked it with my fist like Dad does, but when I did, I smacked the key out of my hand and down into the engine. I could see it, so I poked around to see if I could fish it out, but I think I might have made things worse.
[flashback to Brick looking stumped as he inspects a lawn mower engine that's crammed with junk]
Axl: Easy. Just blame the Glossners.
Brick: If only. One of the things I jammed in there was a bookmark.
Axl: Aw, Brick, seriously? That's like The Penguin leaving his umbrella.