Frankie: We can patch the drywall. It's not our fault Aunt Edie's house has narrow hallways.
Brick: Thank you for letting me witness that. A writer can't stay inside when real life is so chock-full of drama. Like Axl thought that table could just slide right past that sconce, but then it didn't. What a great twist. And then mom expanded my vocabulary with her colorful collection of curse words. I'm glad I came.