Brick: Oh, hi, Dad. Just walking to the library. I know I said I might need a ride, but I don't. Happy to walk. Happy to walk everywhere from now on, actually.
Mike: So how come I'm getting a letter from the school addressed to "the parents of Brick Heck"? What weird stuff did you do now?
Brick: It really could have been any number of things.
Mike: Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, hang on. How about you stay here while we find out why you... Got "Athlete of the Month"? What the hell?
Brick: Athlete of the month? Really? Hmm.
Mike: I don't get it. Was it a written-test sort of thing? Did they move you to the special gym class? 'Cause that has been discussed.
Brick: No, but come to think of it, I have kind of been doing what I'm supposed to be doing lately. Instead of faking a stomach cramp and reading on the toilet, I've actually been participating.
Mike: Really?
Brick: Hmm. Nice medal. If I had known sports had such interesting fonts, I would have gotten involved in a basketball match a lot sooner.