Mike: Let me ask you something, Brick. Is this kid Tobolski a good athlete?
Brick: Oh, yeah. When we run the mile, he's definitely in front of the pack. I usually just run a few feet and then disappear in the bushes, where I've hidden a book. Smart, huh?
Mike: Mm-hmm, and what did your teacher say about you wearing each others' shorts?
Brick: Well, he doesn't really know us, so he just shouts out whatever name's on our shorts.
Mike: Aha. So he calls you...?
Brick: Tobolski.
Mike: And he calls Tobolski...?
Brick: Heck, I guess. Again, I'm not always around to see it 'cause I'm frequently faking a leg cramp to get a banana from the nurse's office.
Mike: [clicks tongue] Brick, don't you get it?
Brick: Oh. So you're saying...
Mike: That's right. You didn't win that medal. Your shorts did.
Brick: Wow. So I did that whole jumping jack for nothing? [Mike nods] Hmm.